"Get lost."
Yang Chong's tears hadn't dried yet when someone kicked him to the ground. He was now looking up at the tall, imposing figure of a man.
He wiped his glasses, "Ah, it's, it's you! How could you be here?"
The man was naturally Xu Shu.
Yang Chong had not at all anticipated why Xu Shu, who had ostensibly left yesterday morning, had returned.
Xu Shu glanced at him dismissively, "Hmph, thanks to your excellent secrecy."
Originally, they should have been informed the moment Xu Shu returned.
But Yang Chong managed the underground faux "Moon Mass" with such secrecy and strictly prohibited anyone from the shelter to disturb him, so the woman complied very much with Yang Chong's rules.
After she had arranged accommodation for Xu Shu, she busied herself with the actual Moon Mass, neither daring nor having the spare time to send a message.
Thinking of this, Yang Chong couldn't help but feel ashen-faced.