With the matter of the donation silver concluded for the day, and with no patrols scheduled, Chen Ping'an could have left work early. However, to be on the safe side and prevent Constable Zheng from using this as an excuse to cause trouble, Chen Ping'an stayed at the Garrison Commandant's Office until the official end of his shift.
During the afternoon, Chen Ping'an and Zeng Jihe chatted idly. At some point, he spotted Cheng Yuan and Zhao Hu. Their expressions were grim; they had clearly heard about him receiving the donation silver.
However, as the workday was about to end, he saw them again. He had no idea where they'd been, but both of them seemed much more relaxed.
"Master Chen, are you okay?" After all the recent incidents, Xiaozeng had grown quite perceptive. He noticed their strange behavior and immediately reported it to Chen Ping'an.
"It's fine," Chen Ping'an said with a calm smile. "They're just a couple of petty fools."
