It took MingYu and the crew two days to reach the village ZhouYan was last seen in. The travel there had been awkward. Xie Qiang had been silent the entire way, keeping a distance to PingZe and LongHai. Somehow, despite Xie Qiang claiming he had done nothing wrong, the wolf still seemed to be guilty over something.
PingZe was dead-set sure Xie Qiang had ill will towards their precious nephew.
"Did you see him blushing back there, brother? I know that face! It's the face of a pervert!" PingZe had said along the way.
"Yes, of course, you would know that face. It's the one you have when you look or talk about XiaoHe."
It was a case of a kettle calling pot black, and MingYu could only shake his head at how PingZe was ready to rip the wolf apart with no proof.
"We are different! He is looking like that when talking about HanShuang!"
