Fen Ling's sleepiness faded away considerably. He sat up on his bed, stroking his chin in deep thought.
This matter was something he hadn't anticipated.
Zhang Mao wanted to surrender to his master? Was it a genuine surrender, or just a fake one? Was he trying to buy time for himself to find a way to be rescued by pretending to surrender, or was he truly afraid of death? In order to save his own life, had he disregarded everything else?
He frowned in thought for a while, but he was still too tired. He waved at Ning Ze, "Just leave it for now. We'll discuss it when my sister returns."
Ning Ze asked him, "Don't you want to check on Zhang Mao?"
"What's the point in checking? I can't do anything about it." Having said that, Fen Ling lay back down, yawned, and waved his hand, "Don't disturb me. I'm so tired. I need to sleep."
After all, Zhang Mao couldn't escape.
Ning Ze nodded, "All right, then sleep well!"
He turned and left Fen Ling's room, quietly closing the door behind him.
