Because the car had flipped sideways, there were no tools to tow IT out for the time being. Qiao An could only instruct the villagers to take out the supplies and send them to the village.
When She was done, it was already late in the night.
The hospitable villagers invited her to stay at home, and she didn't decline. She fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Xing Chen had insomnia this night. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. For some reason, when he closed his eyes, Qiao An's beautiful figure forcefully entered his mind.
This was the devastatingly beautiful face on television, right? But she was like the stars and moon in the sky, out of his reach.
The next day, Xing Chen was still asleep. In his daze, he seemed to hear the voice of a fairy.
"Qiao He, Xiao Yue, after breakfast, come with me to distribute supplies."
Xing Chen suddenly opened her eyes and looked out the window. He pricked up his ears and listened again.
