Today, the entire village chief's family went to the threshing ground for a celebration feast.
That is to say, everyone in the village went to the threshing ground for Jing Hong's celebration feast.
Who was left at home?
In the countryside, many people leave their front doors open all day long.
Aside from some grains, there's nothing of value, and some households don't even have a lock.
The village chief's home was no exception; the door was merely closed, not locked, and Tang Huai pushed it open without effort.
Once inside the village chief's house, Tang Huai walked towards the stairs in the silent interior.
Hongxing hurried back to the threshing ground, found Jing Xuan, and whispered in his ear, "Jing Xuan, Tang Huai is drunk and feeling unwell, she's now in your room."
Upon hearing this, Jing Xuan's eyes darkened.
Then, Jing Xuan too left the banquet table.
Watching Jing Xuan's gradually receding figure, Hongxing's lips curled up, revealing a smug smile.
