Gong Cheng stood by her side, also looking over there, listening to those little ancestors complaining about having to share a tent with others.
An Jiuyue glanced sideways at him.
"Didn't you transfer over to Fu Ming's side? Since when did you become one of Camp Zhan Yun's people?" she asked.
Gong Cheng: "..."
He wasn't, he didn't, he's an independent entity!
"Sister-in-law, what are you saying? I'm running a legitimate business, I have nothing to do with Fu Ming."
Right now he has his own team, he's self-sufficient, at most just using Camp Zhan Yun to advertise to Fu Ming's side, and in a while, he'll set up his own camp, not a guards' camp, but a camp selling grain!
"I wonder if these little ancestors being here will attract certain people?"
They probably will, he thought, in the eyes of those people, Camp Zhan Yun isn't any different from other camps, and they might even think that gathering everyone together makes it easier to strike.
This month won't be peaceful!
