Qin Zigou saw that Han Zhuoling had already sat down to eat dinner and even had a tent set up behind him.
Although this couldn't be said to be a happy life, it was much more comfortable than theirs.
They instantly felt a strong sense of malice.
Lin Yantao smelled the mixed scent of instant noodles and mini hotpot and felt incredibly hungry. "Young Master Ling, how long have you been here?"
"About an hour or so," Han Zhuoling said as he ate. He totally did not have the intention of letting them have a taste.
"You brought this tent yourself or…?" Lin Yantao asked as he squatted down beside Han Zhuoling.
"We were brought away from the hotel together, how would I have the time to bring a tent?" Han Zhuoling smiled and said, "This is one of the clues. Once you find it, you will have a place to sit."
If you don't find it, suffer the hardships of living in the wild.
Lin Yantao: "…"
