Looking at the unconscious Deng Wu, the young white-haired man couldn't help but burst into laughter as he picked up a storage stone, hefted the heavy young man onto his back, and placed Deng Wu's belongings on him.
"Nothing happened," he said with a laugh while glancing around, his eyes calm yet honest. "We had a little conversation this morning, and I accidentally touched on an embarrassing topic. Let's be mindful of it."
Hearing Yan Xiaobao's excuse, Xie Lan and Xu Biao exchanged glances, both clearly unconvinced by the seemingly honest young man. Yan Xiaobao shrugged as though unbothered and began leading the group toward the city, eager to make it in time before the gates closed for the night.
