She wasn't kidding.
Fang Zhengzhi had placed a little hope on Ping Yang, thinking that she could get him out. However, it seemed like she and Qian Yu were partners in crime now.
"What should I do?"
"Should I force my way out? But, I don't know where to start! Having said that, if I don't force my way out, I can't possibly wait for them to come back, right?"
Most importantly, he faced the same problem even if he waited for them to return. He wouldn't be released if he didn't agree to marrying Ping Yang.
"Ai… I wonder how Yan Xiu is doing now?" Is he dead or alive?" Fang Zhengzhi sighed. Then, he dug a small hole on the ground and made a simple stove with two rocks. He cut a piece of meat from the two gigantic drumsticks and started roasting it.
After travelling over several dozen miles over the past two days, he was hungry.
The meat started to exude its fragrance thanks to the fire, and Fang Zhengzhi's stomach growl from hunger.
