[Oh Jing Yuan, you know Wei Ying so well. No where on the island would be safe until he got the information he wanted. Well, more like confirmation.]

Oh, one of the ones you mentioned before? [A pause, deafening, building the sensation of dread as he leaned back in one of these DIY chairs Argenti or Shio probably made.]

Your A-Xing, right? [:)] You must like him a lot if you promised not to let him slip between your fingers, Yuan'er.