"Don't just stand at the door, let me in! I'm still holding onto something!"
"Can't I come in, put down my stuff, and then we talk?"
Zhang Beixing said this while brazenly lying through his teeth. After all, he'd circled around the town twice already and had even passed by Zheng Jituo's old family home twice. But he just wouldn't go in. Yes, he was determined to imitate Dayu!
It was now dark, pitch black, making it hard for anyone to see what was on his shoulder. Otherwise, he would have had to wander around for another couple of rounds before seeking out Zheng Jituo. Of course, by then, Zheng Jituo would probably have come looking for him first.
Hearing what Zhang Beixing said, Zheng Jituo and the others finally noticed that Zhang Beixing's hand seemed to be grabbing onto something. But because of the darkness, they couldn't see it clearly. They could only roughly make out that it was something big by its silhouette.
