Hu Yiwei glanced at Tan Wenbin.
Tan Wenbin could tell that he had chickened out again.
"Alright, let's just stay for now and discuss it tomorrow," Tan Wenbin thought he had achieved his initial goal, so there was no need to rush.
"Okay, okay," Hu Yiwei hastily nodded in agreement.
Zeng Yinyin pointed to a room opposite on the first floor: "Sleep in that room, there's bedding. You are not allowed to go upstairs."
"Alright."
Zeng Yinyin returned to her own room.
Hu Yiwei and Tan Wenbin walked to the door of that room, pushed it open, and found it quite clean inside; an old-fashioned bed with mosquito netting—big enough to squeeze two men.
"Binbin, let's sleep, you really worked hard today, traveling so far for my sake. Once we are back in Jinling, I'll treat you to a good meal."
"Between brothers, there's no need for such talk. I'm going to wash my feet at the well."
"I'll come too."
