"Are you talking about the Xianghe Noodle House?" Slightly tilting his head, Hu Xiaodong appeared exceptionally calm, but this calmness stunned Tang Xiaoquan.
Tang nodded subconsciously, then asked, noncommittally, "So, Brother Hu also plans to gather supplies there?"
"Phew~" Exhaling a long smoke ring, Hu Xiaodong didn't hurry to answer Tang Xiaoquan. Instead, he flicked away the cigarette in his hand.
The flying cigarette butt, with scattered ashes and a flickering crimson line, landed heavily on the ground.
After the cigarette hit the ground, Hu Xiaodong finally relaxed his tightly furrowed brows. He turned and patted Tang Xiaoquan's shoulder, smiling, "No rush to talk about that. Let's talk after we fill our stomachs, haha."
"Hey, Brother Hu, Xiao Wang is looking for you!" A slightly whimsical voice suddenly sounded behind him, interrupting Tang Xiaoquan's plan to continue his inquiries.
"Hurry, hurry!" Wen Quanxin waved incessantly, urging.
