But it is certain,
there will definitely be another upheaval before the snow melts.
"Hmm..." Fang Zheng showed a contemplative expression and turned his head to look at Liu Qinghuan and the two women:
"Do you have any opinions?"
"Jin Shu said we could go to Xielou Lane," Liu Qinghuan replied crisply:
"The people there are poor and have been hit by refugee crises twice, leaving the place in ruins. The White Lotus Sect will surely lose interest."
"While over here..."
"The residents are wealthy, with money, and more importantly, food in their homes. The starving refugees surely won't spare them."
"We might as well hide in Xielou Lane for a while."
"Hmm?"
"Oh!"
The suggestion was unexpected, but on closer thought, it was indeed feasible.
And there's another reason.
The Fang Mansion has few people!
There are only around ten in total, so sneaking into Xielou Lane wouldn't attract attention, unlike other big families.
"But..."
Old Liu looked troubled:
