"Cough, cough, thank you."
Zhao Rong lowered his head and tidied his clothes.
This time, the distance was a bit farther.
He actually thought it wasn't entirely his fault. First of all, in this dark and narrow tomb path, why did Zhu Yourong stop and turn around for no reason?
Isn't this like baiting a trap?
Secondly, her son's dining hall radius is simply too large. If it were a regular dining hall, he would have been able to stop in time and not go in.
Furthermore, if it were Jingzi, Zhao Rong estimated he could still leave an extra step of distance after stopping.
Absolutely safe.
So sometimes, having a smaller dining hall not only saves on food and fabric but also makes things simpler.
But this new mindset, Zhao Rong couldn't share or propagate it to Zhu Yourong at the moment.
Right now, his thoughts were unfocused, aimlessly scattered.
Thinking wherever they pleased.
It had been like this since this morning, all day long, Zhao Rong was in a daze, frequently distracted.
