Qing Niao squatted down to deal with the coniferous fruits while Andre took out his backpack and said to Fang Ping, "By the way, Fang Ping, someone asked me to bring you something."
"Someone ask to bring me something? Who is it?"
Andre took out a cloth bag and handed it to Fang Ping. "Guess?"
Fang Ping took it and saw that it was a gray cloth bag. When he received it, he realized that it felt soft to the touch. It was not an ordinary rough cloth. It was probably not cheap.
"Moon Bell."
"No." Andre smiled and shook his head. "But speaking of Moon Bell, I've got some news about her. We'll talk about it later. Take a look first."
If it wasn't Moon Bell, then who was it?
He opened the cloth bag. Inside was a book and a folded note.
When he saw the book, Fang Ping knew who it was.
Moon Bell.
He picked up the folded paper first. Coincidentally, Qing Niao beside him raised the fire.
