"It can charge into sheep."
After hearing this, Wang Ping silently picked up a chopstick of food, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered:
"Suddenly, it doesn't feel that bad."
Chen Yuan chuckled. After all, add the words 'charge into sheep' and a man could find any food delicious.
"Wang Ping."
"What is it, Brother Yuan?" Wang Ping, with that dark substance in his mouth, responded.
"Have you ever thought about leaving Ping'an County?" Chen Yuan asked.
Wang Ping was taken aback:
"Why leave? Isn't it pretty good here in Ping'an County?"
After saying that, Wang Ping paused:
"Brother Yuan, are you thinking about leaving?"
"What do you think?"
Chen Yuan didn't answer but asked back instead.
"I think... hehe, it's better for you, Brother Yuan, to leave."
"Why is that?"
"Ping'an County is too small. It might fit an ordinary person like me, but not someone ambitious like you. Leaving is the best choice for you." Wang Ping said softly.
