The Sword Needs to Kill Before It's Unsheathed

When he woke up the next morning and had breakfast, Zhou Wen bought some breakfast for Wang Lu.

"You're back?" Wang Lu opened the door and asked in surprise.

"I came back yesterday." Zhou Wen entered and placed the breakfast on the table.

"Has the matter been resolved?" Wang Lu asked.

"Pretty much." Zhou Wen felt his mood elevate, but he didn't know if the bureau would back down or not.

"That's good. Let's settle our scores now. You owe me a lot of breakfast. You need to make it up with lunch." Wang Lu very seriously listed down the number of breakfasts Zhou Wen owed her.

After taking Wang Lu's breakfast, Zhou Wen went to the Xuanwen Club.

"Old Zhou, why are you always going missing? Can't you let me tag along if there's anything interesting happening?" Li Xuan said with a smile.

"I got into some trouble, so I went into hiding. What's so fun about that?" Zhou Wen shrugged his shoulders helplessly.