Thinking about how Xu Fan had left early in the morning, Qin Mengyue couldn't help but feel curious about what he was up to.
Noticing a bag on the table, Qin Mengyue asked, "Xu Fan, what's in this bag?"
Xu Fan raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Oh, I just picked some local plants."
"What?" Qin Mengyue was taken aback, thinking it was such a critical time, with the fire almost reaching the eyebrows, and yet he was still in the mood to pick flowers and plants.
Then Xu Fan, completely oblivious to Qin Mengyue's urgency, leisurely ground the flowers and herbs he had picked.
Watching him, Qin Mengyue was genuinely frustrated, stomping her feet; she didn't know what to say about him.
Qin Mengyue bit her lips tightly, thinking that Xu Fan was probably stumped by the difficulties at hand, and she shouldn't pressure him any further; she needed to think of a solution herself!
