By the time Zhao Yang and Bao'er left the Archery House, it was already close to five o'clock.
The setting sun's afterglow shone on Zhao Yang's face. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around at the scenery and said, "It's time for dinner again."
"Yeah, do you think the person from noon could've already found some people to ambush you at the cafeteria entrance?" Bao'er asked.
"I doubt it," Zhao Yang laughed.
"Why? Do you think they're scared of you?" Bao'er asked curiously.
"Isn't that so?" Zhao Yang retorted.
"He will definitely find someone to take care of you. Even if he doesn't come himself, those he sends will," Bao'er said.
"Well then, let's not go to the cafeteria this evening. Let's just order some takeout back at the dorm," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"What, are you scared?" Bao'er asked.
Shaking his head, Zhao Yang replied, "I think it's better to keep a low profile. Better to have one less thing to worry about."
