"Wait a moment," Tang Wanju finally sighed and stood up. "It was presumptuous of me. Sir, you're not the ungrateful type, which is a good thing… If you're not in a hurry to return, why not come in for a cup of tea?"
Zhao Changhe did not go inside; instead, he said coldly, "I now suspect that you're surveilling my inn. Please stop, or it will be unpleasant for everyone involved."
Tang Wanju shook her head, "I am not surveilling; on the contrary, there are people protecting the outer roads. Do you know why?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment and could not figure it out right away.
Tang Wanju smiled, "Your horse is too famous, and you often wander outside. It would have been stolen long ago without someone protecting it. Sword Lake City is a chaotic place, and inns are not so reliable. You haven't experienced much of this lately because the Demon Suppression Department is involved."