Wei Xiong left.
After helping Wang Chen harvest all the Spiritual Rice, he resolutely drove the carriage away.
Wang Chen had a hunch.
This innately magnanimous Innate Martial Artist was probably not just looking for a new place to stay – it was more complicated than that!
The sky was gradually darkening, and the atmosphere in the room felt a bit unusual.
Before leaving, Wei Xiong had said something to his sister; now, the young girl sat in Wang Chen's house, silent and hardly daring to look him in the eye.
Her demeanor was evasive and flustered.
Honestly, having become accustomed to living alone, Wang Chen also found it somewhat awkward.
He and Wei Lian, Wei Xiong's sister, had met a few times before.
They weren't complete strangers.
But they really hadn't spoken much.
Now that Wei Xiong had taken off, leaving him in a room alone with the young lady, how they were to get along in the coming days posed a problem.
