Zhao Ya turned her head to look at Chen Jie, her eyes sizing him up. For some reason, she always felt a sense of familiarity with the person before her.
At that moment, Chen Jie's heart beat wildly with fear, yet his face displayed a calm smile, "Yes, Lord Yelu is correct; I come from Xiantao Town. That's right, My Lord of the Commandery, when we met for the first time, I seem to have mentioned it to you."
"Did you mention it?"
Zhao Ya felt a bit slow to recall, then remembered that Chen Jie did mention he was from Xiantao Town that day. However, back then, she was unaware that Ni Wenjun had been injured in Xiantao Town and had not thought in that direction.
Now that she knew, Chen Jiusi seemed somewhat suspicious.
Zhao Ya scrutinized Chen Jie from head to toe, her eyes filled with probing and doubt. Are you that little thief?
Zhao Ya stared at Chen Jie, who feigned a look of bewilderment with a surge of acting prowess.
