After speaking, Zhao Ya turned around and went back inside, leaving Meng Shiwen alone, sitting in the courtyard in a daze.
"Who was it, Ya?" Zui'Er, half asleep, vaguely heard voices in the courtyard and couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing, hurry and go back to sleep. We have to get up early for the journey tomorrow!"
"Okay!"
Zui'Er suspected nothing and went back to sleep.
Zhao Ya heard a slight noise in the courtyard and knew that Meng Shiwen had already left, prompting him to sigh inwardly.
He really didn't want to get involved in these kinds of matters.
But when he remembered how his master, Meng Lei, had proudly boasted about his daughter's excellence before he died, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.
Forget it.
He had already done everything he could.
As for whether to go or not, that was no longer something he could decide.
Zhao Ya closed his eyes to feign sleep and soon fell into a dream.
Before dawn the next day, Zui'Er got up to start packing.
