Zhao Guangran is pacing back and forth at the entrance, he is particularly nervous.
Gong Ruzhi, with Wan Yihui, is squatting among the flowers, staring at Zhao Guangran without blinking.
"Brother Xiao Zhi, Brother Guangran?" Wan Yihui rubs his already somewhat sore calves.
It's really exhausting, might as well find a place to rest properly.
"Shh." Gong Ruzhi turns his head to signal Wan Yihui to keep quiet, "If Brother Guangran hears us, we're definitely in trouble."
In trouble, as soon as Wan Yihui hears that he's remarkably obedient—whenever anyone talks about fruit in a peculiar tone, he instinctively says it's not tasty.
"Alright, alright." Wan Yihui earnestly promises.
The promise is made quickly, but when something comes up, he talks fast; a few times he's already been spotted at the entrance but bumps into Wan Yihui as if by sheer coincidence.
Could it be an issue with the people around him? But that thing was given to Gong Ruini, she shouldn't be doing it.
