Wang Anfeng very much wanted to turn a blind eye and just walk away.
Just pretend nothing happened, at worst, he wouldn't go back today.
Find a place to stay, maybe squeeze in with Brother Li or Cao Limin for the night, or if that didn't work, he'd just find the innkeeper and open another room.
Wang Anfeng touched the ten Great Qin Tongbao coins in his pocket, suddenly feeling this idea seemed a bit flimsy.
So he stood in the inn corridor for a while, ultimately helpless, pressing his brow with one hand, pushed the door open and walked in, looking up, and saw the gray bird by the window, it was not his illusion, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Wuxin...
The gray bird was extremely intelligent, and in the past few days had become quite familiar with Wang Anfeng. It jumped down from the window to peck at the grains in the birdcage. On its right claw, there was a small letter, pitch black and eye-catching.
