Su Rong had intended to let Jiang the Inspector and his wife wait for a day, then once she'd decided to vent her anger and consider the matter settled. However, to her surprise, after they descended from Phoenix Mountain, Zhou Gu said he was tired and didn't plan on going back, choosing instead to find a nearby place to rest.
Su Rong was startled, "Not going back?"
Zhou Gu nodded, rubbing his sore shoulders, "That blasted tree was so uncomfortable to sleep on, I don't want to put up with it anymore."
Su Rong was at a loss for words. The young master was always a young master, even if he hailed from a military family. Deep down, he was still a privileged young master of a distinguished house, who had never suffered hardship. Thus, it was not surprising that he found sleeping on a tree unbearable.
She could only comment, "Considering it was your first time sleeping on a tree, not falling off is quite an achievement."
Zhou Gu gave her a pitiful stare, "A terrible suggestion."
