Chen Mu hadn't expected that, in his preparation to sneak back to Nanyang Prefecture City, he would end up on the same boat as Zhuo Yinghai.
"Has he given up on catching me since he can't find me?"
Although Chen Mu wanted to turn around and leave, that would be too conspicuous. Instead, he pretended to be concerned and comforted the older man, "Elder sir, one should always look ahead. The river scenery is so beautiful, we shouldn't let troubles disturb our good mood."
"Thank you for your kind intentions, young brother," Zhuo Yinghai replied, bowing slightly in thanks, but his face remained filled with sorrow. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "The concubines at home have borne me more sons, and now there's not enough inheritance to go around."
Chen Mu: "..."
"You really are a sword that hasn't dulled with age," Chen Mu said with a forced smile.
"Not as energetic as you young people," Zhuo Yinghai said, laughing and waving his hand dismissively.
