The Chastity King looked left and right and felt that he had been tricked.
Xiao Jinghan left the elite soldiers that he had brought with him from Ge Ling's mouth and returned to Ge Ling's mouth with Lu Tianchu.
Normally, the letter would have arrived by this time, but today was already a long time ago. Seeing that the sky was getting dark and the messenger had not arrived yet, Yi Qing paced up and down at the door, occasionally craning his neck to look outside.
"Stop swaying." Wu Min was squatting on the ground, counting the number of ants on the ground.
"Am I swaying?" Yi Qing shook his arms, "I'm just exercising."
Wu Min didn't want to bother with Yi Qing anymore. "It's just that Xiao Jinghan hasn't written to you for a day, do you have to be so anxious?"
"Am I in a hurry?" Yi Qing looked at Wu Min.
"I'm worried." Wu Min said seriously.