Li Xuan had intended to bring Qi Zhenzhuo to offer a sincere apology to Chen Ji, but now, looking at the completely empty main hall of the inn, he was at a loss.
Qi Zhenzhuo muttered softly, "Could it be that they've decided not to come back at all?"
Li Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Not likely."
Qi Zhenzhuo analyzed quietly, "Brother-in-law, it's not possible for Chen Ji to find food every day. If he finds a few dozen more pounds of food, it would last only the four of them a long time. But if they shared with our Yulin Army, there wouldn't be much left. If I were him, I would just hide and eat it secretly, never coming back."
"Not good," Li Xuan quickly ran to the backyard, and only after seeing that Zaozao was still in the stable, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "The horse is still here; they will come back."
