Wei Zhao's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement that even he didn't notice, and he turned to look at the cow cart.
The old cow, indeed, was quite skinny.
He didn't see the raven, probably up in the mountains again.
Wei Zhao mumbled: "Did the Village Chief authorize it?"
Yu Tingwan nodded vigorously.
Wei Zhao: "Shouldn't be, right?"
After all, in this remote village, the Village Chief has a narrow vision and acts cautiously. Although he values profit, he's not bad and always puts Xilin Village first.
If he had authorized lending them the horse cart, Wei Zhao would believe it.
But to say he directly gave it away...
That doesn't sound like something the Village Chief would do.
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow and asked, "How did you manage to get it?"
Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together, not quite wanting to explain.
She turned her face away.
Wei Zhao: "Got it?"
Yu Tingwan: "What do you understand?"
Wei Zhao: "He probably couldn't stop you."
Yu Tingwan: …
