Tang Jin's words came all too suddenly.
Ye Changan and Xie Ci turned their gaze toward him, and even Jiang Na looked over, stopping Zhong Bo in his tracks.
The little guy had quite the balance, steadying himself on the thin fence as he stood there.
His fair, little hand waved and pointed deep into the orchard.
"Senior Brother, I want to verify if I'm right or wrong, let's head that way!"
"What's the situation?"
Xie Ci was deftly spinning his usual metal folding fan in his hand. Hearing Tang Jin's strange voice, he tilted his head to look in the direction Little Milk Jin was pointing.
"I can't be certain yet, but because of the angle just now, I noticed that there's nothing simple about the way this orchard is built."
Tang Jin gestured to indicate the directions.
