Yang Jin extinguished the butter lamp, bringing darkness into the tent. She did not dare to sleep with the injured Ye Jian and opted to sleep on another Tibetan quilt that she had just brought out.
Outside the tent, Xia Jinyuan gave a cold look. "Uncle Chen, given Ye Jian's injury, it would be inconvenient for her to move around. I will stand on guard here tonight. I will let Yang Jin take care of her 24 hours later. The injury might be serious, but her constitution is good. As long as there is no inflammation, it should recover quickly."
"Good, having you around puts my heart at ease, it's just that…" Principal Chen glanced at Han Zheng and the rest and told them directly. "I want to speak to him regarding some private matters, the rest of you should go and rest."
Private matters were definitely not meant for their ears. Moreover, they could sort of guess what the topic was.
