The lambskin map, aged and yellowed with time.
Ye Huang took it, but didn't unfold it to look. He eyed Xu Jing, "Now, I have a bit of interest. Who hurt you?"
"It wasn't my dad." Xu Jing forced a smile, "Although my dad made a mistake, he wouldn't go as far as to kill his own daughter."
"So, someone else knows about this," Ye Huang's gaze sharpened, "Who is it?"
"I don't know, a few masked men. They seemed to have calculated that I would take the item and leave, ambushing me halfway. Luckily, I was quick-witted," said Xu Jing.
From her leg injury and the various scrapes on the motorcycle, it was clear she had been through a fierce struggle tonight.
Such courage and ability earned Ye Huang's admiration.
"Hand it over to the President and let him decide as he wishes." Xu Jing finished her drink, stood up, and prepared to go home.
Because of her leg injury, she walked with a limp.
"You can stay for the night," Ye Huang said.
