Wan Qingqing hid beside the wooden house and looked around nervously, in case someone came out and caught her.
When he saw Zhao Ruyue walk out, he quickly pulled her towards the gate of the stronghold.
"Don't you want our baggage?"
Zhao Ruyue was anxious and wanted to hold Wan Qingqing back. She was reluctant to let her go. Her bag was filled with the gold coins that several bandit leaders had given her.
That was the golden ocean. She could not bear to abandon it for nothing.
Hearing this, Wan Qingqing rolled her eyes speechlessly and retorted in an unfriendly tone.
"You're still thinking about that lousy bag of yours. You don't want to escape anymore, right? If you go back to the wooden house to get the bundle, aren't you telling the women in the house that we're going to escape?
"If they complain or make a fuss and wake up the bandits, how are we going to escape? If the bandits know that we want to escape, we won't have a good time.”