Li Wenli glanced at the gradually brightening sky and sighed, "We can't stay here long."
As soon as Li Wenli's voice fell, footsteps began to echo from outside consecutively; it seemed to be the refugees returning who had hoped to cross the bridge.
Li Wenli slightly lifted the curtain to look outside and saw that although these people hadn't been able to cross the bridge, their mood did not seem too bad.
Upon reflection, it made sense; although they couldn't leave, at least they had a bowl of porridge at night. Once they left here, who knew when they would be able to have such a bowl of porridge again.
Thus, the mood of the people wasn't necessarily bad.
"It seems that this Yuwen Jun isn't as foolish as everyone says."
"Boss, what others said was 'benevolent'..." Smiling Face couldn't help but remind him.
"..." Li Wenli.
"..." everyone.