On the other side, Qiao Menghan and Ye Nanxun were dumbfounded, their eyes meeting swiftly before wandering to the figure of Sun Hongkai. Their expressions shifted to a look of bewilderment.
After a short period, both of them, seemingly in sync, rose and discreetly exited the caravan, leaving the perplexing couple to their own devices.
They sat in two lounging chairs at the entrance of the tent.
Qiao Menghan had already lain down, her features locked in confusion. "What's happened to Sun Hongkai? I can't even understand what he's saying."
Ye Nanxun laid on the other chair, an equally large question mark written on his face. "I'm not sure. Maybe his wife's departure rattled him, something's off." he said, pointing to his head.
In the caravan, after another round of Sun Hongkai's ceaseless, nonsensical apologies, he finally managed to coax his wife out from underneath the table.
