Chen Xiao returned to the deck chair.
But there was a thought in his mind that he couldn't shake off.
He felt that what he was thinking was far-fetched, yet he couldn't help but think that way.
"Could it be that Qin Zhao is not in the mountains but still drowning in the Golden Soup?"
Seeing Luo Dali and the others still watching the two women argue from the window, he couldn't help but mutter:
"You're so idle; I should let you dig dung so you can catch a whiff of the golden air here."
He made up his mind, but since it was broad daylight, it wasn't easy to arrange anything, so he had to hold off for now.
Before long, Luo Dali and the other two, finding nothing more to watch, left the testing ground with their flyers.
Left with idle time, Chen Xiao didn't waste it and started wandering around nearby.
By evening, he heard a discussion about the Xiaofeng Village college student murder case in a place where the elderly gathered.
