Unexpectedly, when Mo Boyuan came back, Zhou Xian was still waiting for him in the room, not sleeping.
Seeing such a big figure sitting by his bed gave Mo Boyuan a shock of his life. He froze for a while, before asking,
"Why are you still here?"
"Boyuan, you're finally back. I was worried to death."
F * ck!
What the hell?
Eh, alright. Zhou Xian had waited for too long. He was tired and worried. Now that he was finally back, Zhou Xian couldn't help but complain.
This was the tone of his complaint...
Mo Boyuan stood two steps away from Zhou Xian:
"What's there to worry about? All I did was make a trip down to the village committee. It's getting late. You should hurry back to your house."
In the village, deep in the mountains, the sky was already slightly bright.
If it was in the city, it would probably be bright by now.
After all, it was already six, near seven in the morning.
