"Mom, let's wait to talk about everything until we leave the Nanling Family. If we don't go now, we might not have another chance."
The Nanling Martial Fool remembered he had killed two experts of the Nanling Family, so he was anxious to take his mother and leave. If they didn't leave now and got discovered by Nanling Rongxin, it would be too late.
"Can we... can we really leave?" Zhao Yueyue asked worriedly, afraid they might get caught instead of escaping.
"We can! That bastard Nanling Rongxin promised I could take you away, but if we don't go now, it might really be too late." Nanling Martial Fool replied.
"Why?" Zhao Yueyue asked, puzzled.
But the Nanling Martial Fool didn't have much time to explain. He wiped his eyes with the back of his dirty hand and quickly said to his mother, "Mom, we'll talk once we're out. There's ten thousand yuan here as our living expenses. You carry it for now."
