Hearing this, Ronan froze for a moment before finally grasping the crucial issue. He looked around the Treehouse, fell silent for several seconds, then made his decision. "Let's head back first."
He looked at the projected photo album in his hand. After hesitating for a while, he put it back where it belonged, careful not to disturb the Treehouse's original arrangement. Then he shut the Bionic Bark over the Viewing Window, making sure no one would discover it.
Once he had finished all that, Ronan turned his gaze to Xie Junping. The latter immediately raised a hand and swore, "I'll never mention the Treehouse to outsiders. This secret dies with me."
Ronan said nothing, merely bowed to him once more. Ever since that solemn expression of thanks, Ronan had treated Xie Junping with considerably more respect. To be honest, Xie Junping was secretly quite pleased about it.
With everything here dealt with, Ronan went down first, with Xie Junping following behind. Perhaps because he was in such high spirits, an idea suddenly popped into Xie Junping's head. Emboldened, he poked Ronan in the shoulder.
"Nan Di, if you don't mind... could I leave a camera here?"
"Hm?" Ronan abruptly turned around and fixed his eyes on him.
People's mindsets were strange like that. In the past, Xie Junping would have been nervous in a situation like this, perhaps even unable to form a complete sentence. But after feeling Ronan's respect, his courage had grown accordingly. Under Ronan's stare, his thoughts instead became clearer.
"I mean, Nan Di, don't you think this place is a little too clean? There are lots of mosquitoes in the wetlands, and the humidity is heavy. If no one takes care of it for a few days, it becomes a mess. But look at this place—spotless