At four in the morning, the street was very quiet.
Lin Shuyou was pushing a wheelchair, and Zhao Yi was sitting in it.
The alleys of the old street were dimly lit, with occasional bright bulbs hanging at the alley entrances, elongating the shadows of the two.
"How's the injury?"
"It's fine."
"Have you packed everything up?"
"Everything's loaded in the car, ready to head back to Nantong anytime."
"There's no rush to return to Nantong, since we're here in Jiujiang, we should enjoy ourselves and let me show some local hospitality."
Lin Shuyou looked at Zhao Yi sitting in front of him.
The words from Three-eyed sounded strange, showing local hospitality... but the host's home was no more.
"There are lots of fun and beautiful places in Jiujiang, I've talked to Mr. Li, and will be showing you all around."
"Brother Xiao Yuan agreed?"
"Hmm, is that odd?"
"I thought Brother Xiao Yuan would want to hurry back to Nantong."
"His matter isn't done yet, how could he return now."
