"What on earth are you two up to, bickering right in front of an enemy?" Cheng Ziang wiped the blood off the tip of his knife, then asked with a frown.
"You, how did you get here?" Luoya, her eyes wide in surprise, asked.
Cheng Ziang glanced at her, then shook his head, apparently disappointed with Luoya's attitude. Luo'er got up from the ground, his face still covered in dust, looking rather disheveled.
"You okay?" Ignoring Luoya, Cheng Ziang walked straight to Luo'er, helping him dust off his face with a frown. His action was so natural and comfortable as if to him, this was completely normal.
"How did you guys get here?" Luo'er dusted off his nose, then asked him.
"Old Hu got diarrhea, so he's been dragging along." Cheng Ziang glanced at the shrubs in the distance, then shook his head.
