Little guy?
Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow. Xuan Ying was only a year younger than him, yet he called him "little guy" without hesitation, not feeling his mouth might burn.
"Do you need me to send you back?" Le Zhao asked, raising an eyebrow.
Duan Yunfei replied, "No need."
Le Zhao raised his voice, "If not, why aren't you hurrying back?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Yunfei silently got up and left with an umbrella.
Le Zhao grabbed a cloak, put it on, took his sword, and instead of going through the main door, he climbed over the wall and left.
When Shen Qinglan arrived at Shengxiang Restaurant, Xuan Ying happened to be coming out with a dozen people.
Because of the heavy rain, Shengxiang Restaurant had closed early, and since it was still raining, there weren't many people around.
"Miss Shen, why are you here?"
Seeing her, Xuan Ying was somewhat surprised.
Shen Qinglan asked Xuan Ying, "Can you prepare three carriages for me? The bigger, the better!"
