"I don't care. It's just that my comprehension is high."
Wen Zhiyun snorted.
Chen An could not be bothered to argue with her. He raised his head and looked around. He realized that he and his arrogant concubine were the only ones left in the public alchemy room.
When he looked out of the window again, it was almost dark. It had been at least eight to ten hours since he entered the public alchemy room.
"Husband, Ying'er sent us a voice transmission."
After saying that, Wen Zhiyun took out the voice transmission talisman from her storage bag and released it with a thought.
In the next moment, Song Huaying's soft voice sounded from the voice transmission. "Sister Wen, I can't contact my husband. When are you coming back? Little Yuejian and Little Yi Ke are hungry."
Wen Zhiyun replied, "Soon. We'll be back now."
Chen An also replied, "Feed the kids first if they are hungry. There's no need to wait for us to come back."
"…"
