After listening to Xi Rubao explain what a "mudslide" was, Zuzi nodded slightly. "Mm, Ancestor gets it."
If a clay figurine isn't molded right, when you throw it back into the kiln to remake it, it also turns into one big puddle of "mudslide." Not hard to understand.
Chen Long's plane hadn't even reached Qingcheng yet; halfway there he'd already received this bad news. Everyone's morale was rock-bottom, you could hear that despair right through the phone.
After all, Bao Gucheng was fighting solo in Qingcheng, it really was a hair-raising situation.
Zuzi let out a small sigh. "Let me think of something."
In this moment, even Chen Long, who had always insisted on not troubling Zuzi and on never letting a girl risk her own life, couldn't bring himself to say no.
Protect Mr. Bo or protect Miss Xi—he was truly caught in a bind!
On this end of the call, hearing Zuzi's promise, Bao Er's heart jumped clear into her throat.
"Sis, you're going to Qingcheng?"
"Mm-hm."
