Surely, trusting him was just an illusion, right? He's just an old man who knows nothing but eating.
But Moh Li bowed his head and looked at the notebook, clutched it tightly, knowing that he couldn't take it with him. It seemed that he could only read it here unless...
Moh Li didn't want anyone else to know he was here, and he couldn't be away for too long either. Biting his lip, he stuffed the notebook under his clothes and headed down the mountain!
...
Once the old man left his room, he hurried to the kitchen, salivating at the sight of the food. Why were those darn kids so slow?
Bai Xiang was determined to find herbs, but as they say, "dream on." Dragging Bai Fei around, they ended up running in circles in the same spot.
"Bro, can you even do this? You claim to be a genius, but I think 'dunce' is more accurate."