At the tent entrance, a man hugging a sword glanced at the "battlefield" inside and sighed in sympathy, feeling second-hand embarrassment for that little punk.
Also... this is truly a classic scene, looks like I'll need to dish out extra rice tonight, it's too appetite-whetting.
The man nodded.
Continued standing guard with his sword.
Hah, little punk, let's see if you still dare say I, Uncle Little White, am ignorant.
The sword-hugging man muttered, "The young lady and little Qian'er just praised me for being very sensible..."
He squinted and smiled, suddenly finding tonight's nightscape rather pleasant...
...
Zhao Rong knew it would be like this!
Knew that he'd likely stumble on this whole "will" issue.
Just now, when the two girls suddenly came back, Zhao Rong had a sinking feeling that things wouldn't go well.
This scenario of three girls gathering, seemingly to catch someone in the act, was all too familiar. Heaven was clearly setting him up for a big one.
