"You, uh..."
In the car, Ren Suo, lying on the back seat relaxing his muscles, heard Zhao Huo trail off and asked, "If you have something to say, just spit it out."
It was nighttime now, and only the two of them were in the car. They could have left in the afternoon, but they were among the few Cultivators at the comic convention and had been spotted by Qiao Muyi. Consequently, the Tactical Bureau held them back for interrogation, and the back-and-forth dragged on until evening.
They had agreed to go for a seafood buffet tonight, but seeing Ren Suo looking half-dead, their group ended up at McDonald's for some burgers. Afterward, Zhao Huo drove Ren Suo home.
"...Never mind, it's nothing."
