"What do you mean by that, Miss Tan Rou?" Mia couldn't quite grasp what Tan Rou was saying, "You mentioned that our country has been facing a crisis for some time; when was this discovered? And what exactly is the problem?"
Tan Rou did not appreciate the tone of her inquiry, so she said, "Is that the way you talk to the person who saved your life?"
Mia was taken aback, then apologized, "I'm sorry, I got a bit emotional. The matter I just mentioned concerns the future of our country, so I must take it seriously. If you have any intelligence, you can tell me; I'm willing to pay for your information."
"Before you buy any information from me, you should first be concerned about your leg injury," Tan Rou suggested as she knelt to examine her wound. The light from the watch was limited, and it could only illuminate an area about the size of half a palm, so Tan Rou could only feel for Mia's wound by touch, "Is there a bullet lodged inside?"
