"Nephew, since Li Xiangrui hasn't come back for such a long time, do you think something might have changed? Should I go and check on him?"
Han Dagui, who couldn't wait for Li Xiangrui, grew anxious, and after returning to the room, he gently woke up the soundly sleeping Han Weiting to get his opinion. He felt like an ant on a hot pan, his mind was in turmoil.
"Uncle, why are you in such a hurry? Just wait a bit longer. If Li Xiangrui doesn't come back before dawn, then we can figure something out."
Han Weiting, still groggy, responded offhandedly and then sat down on the kang bed, slumping to one side, he fell soundly asleep again.
Han Dagui opened his mouth to say something, but seeing that Han Weiting was completely disregarding him, he could do nothing but take his large tobacco pipe and once again go to the front door.
He wanted to sneak over to old Yu's house to see what was happening but was afraid of being discovered.
