Private conversation?
Old Alpharetta exchanged a glance with his son, and both saw the surprise on each other's faces.
Ruan Qi had only known him for less than an hour, what could possibly require a private conversation between them?
Old Alpharetta was puzzled. He looked over to the girl on the hospital bed, "Miss Ruan, may I ask what you wish to discuss with me?"
"Some historical issues, regarding…" Ruan Qi paused briefly, her rosy lips spilling out two words: "The flame."
In an instant, Old Alpharetta's expression changed drastically.
He abruptly stood up from the sofa, his emerald-green eyes fixed on Ruan Qi, his voice taut: "Miss Ruan, the flame you mentioned, does it mean what I think it does?"
Ruan Qi nodded lightly.
Old Alpharetta's face darkened further, an overwhelming and sharp aura pouring from his presence.
