The contents on those few sheets of rice paper came to an end.
Qiao Xiaomai stared at them with reddened peach-blossom eyes, her brain feeling somewhat thick.
"This, this is way too much information..."
Tong Sanlang also stared at those sheets of rice paper, his lips pressed into a straight line. After a moment, he opened his mouth and said, "You should get up and prepare breakfast."
"Ah?" Qiao Xiaomai, still in a daze, responded dumbly upon hearing his words.
"You need to go prepare breakfast, it's getting late." Tong Sanlang repeated.
When Qiao Xiaomai heard this, she cried out, "Oh no, I've completely forgotten about that!"
"Hurry up then, just tell them I'm sick and can't get out of bed," Tong Sanlang instructed.
"Alright, alright," Qiao Xiaomai hurriedly nodded, "Should I put away these papers then?"
"Put them away, and these weapons and explosives as well."
