"This really presents me with a dilemma..."
Five miles from Third Master's house, in a farmhouse courtyard, Tang Mingbo sat surrounded by a table full of dishes, looking troubled.
Across from him, Xiao Feng was eating heartily, chopsticks constantly moving to his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the meal.
Tang Mingbo opened his mouth but ultimately didn't say anything. He poured a glass of wine, stood up, and handed it to Xiao Feng, saying, "Mr. Xiao, thank you for saving me today."
"I didn't do anything special, just talked a little." Xiao Feng also raised his glass and clinked it with Tang's.
Tang Mingbo drank half a glass of wine, sat down, and said, "I forgot to ask earlier, what happened to those two people afterward?"
"They ran away, what else?" Xiao Feng replied casually, with no trace of tension in his voice.
"Sigh..." Tang Mingbo shook his head and sighed, as if someone had painted the word "worry" on his face with a brush.
