Early the next morning, Zhang San and the others prepared to leave.
Just as everyone was packing up and heading outside the Dashi Bian tribe, Hu walked over to Zhang San and asked, "I saw a woman walking back and forth outside your tent last night. She was there for a long time."
Zhang San nodded slightly, saying nothing.
Clearly, Zhang San had also noticed this.
"Why didn't you let her in? You should know that if you just hint at her a little, she would come in, right?"
Zhang San pursed his lips and retorted to Hu, "What's the point of letting her in?"
Hu grinned mischievously and said, "That kind of thing, naturally those who understand will understand. Although you two might not be together forever, she's been thinking about you for so long, leaving her with a child wouldn't be a bad idea!"
Zhang San shook his head.
"A man must take responsibility for what he does. I don't want to bear her responsibility, so I naturally won't do anything."
