"So sudden? Aren't we staying here for a few more days?"
Bai Yifan was holding a bowl of braised pork over rice, looking surprised at Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming with a cold expression on his face.
He rarely saw Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming with such a cold and hostile demeanor, as if he wanted to destroy everything.
In his impression, Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming could be a bit cold sometimes, but he would never look at him or the Bai Family with such hostility.
Unless something made him extremely gloomy.
And this matter must be very important.
"We're going back now."
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming kept a cold face, reached out, and picked up Chenghuang, who was lying on the side licking milk.
No hesitation whatsoever.
Bai Yifan didn't doubt that if he didn't leave, Brother Zhang would drag him away by his neck.
"Is this the powerful Brother Zhang?"
