"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Seeing Old Zhao's eyes turning red, Wei Yang, who had returned from washing rice, asked worriedly while bending down.
Old Zhao quickly brushed his sleeve to cover the corner of his eyes and awkwardly replied, "Ah, the wind and sand here are too strong, got into my eyes. Hehe, hehe."
Wei Yang wasn't foolish; although the north wind was howling, there was no trace of sand in the city. Without a doubt, Old Zhao was lying.
However, understanding as ever, Wei Yang did not expose him. Instead, she agreed with a "yes" to follow Old Zhao's lead and advised him to be more careful, then changed the topic to continue preparing dinner with Old Zhao.
On another day, the action group had also arrived at the target location. Old Xu carefully looked around and chose the right-side path as the breakthrough point.
