At the moment when Huo Sining was quietly waiting for the situation to unfold, the people next door seemed to be waiting for something as well.
"Mr. Python, when do we start?"
After resting for a while, those people presumably found the wait rather dull, and one of them asked.
"Wait a bit longer." The man, who seemed to be Uncle Tong, uttered these three words and then clamped his mouth shut, appearing as if it would take a screwdriver to pry it open.
Mr. Python? Huo Sining was taken aback but silently memorized the name.
They waited until nighttime, when these people ordered takeout to eat, at around ten o'clock they started packing their things to get ready to move.
Huo Sining gave Qibao a look, and the two followed behind as they saw those people driving away in a dilapidated van. Huo Sining was anxious but had no choice, so she inquired with the innkeeper about where to rent a car.
