Zhang Xiaohu turned around and smiled bitterly, "Let's sit inside and I'll explain it in detail."
This was a rather exquisite small courtyard. In the corner, there was an open space with weapons and stone locks used for practicing martial arts. In the center of the courtyard, there was a stone table and stone stools, just like the layout in Creek Villa. Since the weather was pleasant, the four of them sat in the courtyard. Zhang Xiaohu poured tea for everyone before he began to speak.
Zhang Xiaohua couldn't wait to ask, "Second Brother, what's going on? Did you really owe someone money?"
Zhang Xiaohu glared at him and said, "When have you ever seen your Second Brother owe someone money?"
Zhang Xiaohua stuck out his tongue and said, "Well, when you were sneaking around just now, you looked like the village idiot's dad who owed someone money."
Zhang Xiaohu smiled bitterly, "I had no choice."
