With one hand, he tugged at the sleeve of Qian Yizheng beside him, signaling him to hurry up and leave.
But Qian Yizheng clearly had other matters to ask his parents, so he didn't immediately leave. "Dad, Mom, now that your business is done, can we let the people from other camps in our camp be picked up?"
Keeping these people here feels like we'll soon become enemies. Most people are sensible, but a small number harbor silent resentment, deeply hating Camp Zhan Yun.
Regarding these people, it's better to send them away quickly to avoid causing trouble for Camp Zhan Yun.
"Did trouble arise again?" Qian Jiyun frowned slightly and asked.
"Well, how should I put it?"
Qian Yizheng really didn't want to answer this question and considered responding with a question of his own—has there ever been a time when those ancestors didn't cause trouble?
