Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan had said this, but Li Qianxia still couldn't ease her mind. She was worried not only for herself, but more so that she might have put them both in danger.
It was all that deranged Xiao Yue's fault.
"If only we had that honey pot world," she said subconsciously.
As long as she hid in her own little world, no one could harm them.
Yang Qinglan glanced at her, "Didn't you want to live peacefully and plan to stay in Prague indefinitely?"
"Alas," sighed Li Qianxia, feeling that peace was indeed impossible.
Earlier, when the three of them were discussing, Yang Qinglan quoted Ferdinand Foch; at the time, she had dismissed it, but now realized that the words of great people really did carry wisdom—
There was never peace, it was just a twenty-year truce.
"And there's Wang Donghua; he definitely knows we've been to the casino," she said, not without worry.
"But he doesn't know exactly where I am," Li Changzhou yawned.
