Now, the purpose of this trip has already been achieved, and the role of the two pawns has naturally diminished.
To put it bluntly, even if they run and feed the wild beasts, no one cares too much.
What Lu Yao is truly worried about is that their escape will bring new troubles.
Although Meng Lang and Wu Yu appear very honest, one can never truly know someone. The villains in movies always seem respectable before their identities are revealed, indistinguishable from the protagonists.
In the kitchen, listening to the constant "pitter-patter" of raindrops hitting the roof, Meng Lang squatted on the ground, shivering.
Half from the cold, the other half from fear.
After all, this person beside him almost strangled him to death earlier, giving him the feeling of being in a cage with a tiger, never knowing when it might strike.
"Hey, how about I show you a golden path?" Wu Yu said lazily while picking his ear.
Meng Lang shivered and quickly nodded, "Okay, you tell me."
