The three tents were set up some distance apart.
Yan Xianjue took Shen Fangli to dry her hair, while Ji Xi returned to the tent.
Only after the two groups had separated did Shen Fangli speak. "I thought Ji Xi's excuse was pretty ridiculous. I didn't expect you to believe it just like that."
"Which one?" Yan Xianjue replied absentmindedly, then remembered that she meant the line about giving them a surprise.
Seeing that he remembered, Shen Fangli did not repeat herself. She simply nodded and looked at him curiously.
He scratched his chin and considered it for a moment as well. "Maybe because if Ji Xi wanted to make up an excuse, he probably wouldn't come up with one that ridiculous."
"Pfft." Shen Fangli thought about it and realized he was right.
Ji Xi was quick-witted. If he really wanted an excuse, he certainly would not choose such an obvious lie.
So that absurd excuse had actually been true.
"Second Sister, where's your bodyguard?" Yan Xianjue frowned. Yan Shan was actually out here alone.
Yan Shan said, "He's busy. Someone's lurking nearby."
Yan Shan trusted the bodyguard who had worked for her family for years.
Even though they had exchanged fewer than five sentences in total since meeting.
Her gaze fell on Shen Fangli. "What is it?"
Yan Xianjue said, "She just showered. I brought her over to dry her hair on your side."
Yan Shan nodded and pointed at the tent. "It's on the table. Go get it yourself."
Shen Fangli did not stand on ceremony over something like this. "Thank you, Second Sister."
Shen Fangli went inside to dry her hair. Yan Xianjue sat beside Yan Shan and looked at the pile of unfamiliar parts in front of her. "What's this?"
"Your tracker." Yan Shan's answer was