Upon hearing the woman's words, the vagrant tilted his head back, took a sip from his gourd, and then said languidly, "Oh dear... what's the rush."
"Life is short, one should slowly experience it."
"Can't be rushed, can't be rushed..."
As he spoke, he continued to stagger forward with his wobbly steps, moving unhurriedly.
Seeing him like that, the woman was anxious but did not dare to urge him, and could only follow behind like a wife who had been wronged.
Under the setting sun, their shadows were stretched very long, very long…
…
Meanwhile, at the Security Bureau, Training Center.
Qing Ya's office.
Fang Ze was sitting there drinking Qing Ya's tea, chatting with her.
"Mentor, I've been thinking of advancing to Fuser recently, and I was wondering if you could give me some guidance?"
Upon hearing Fang Ze's words, Qing Ya looked at him with her beautiful eyes, somewhat distracted.
