Early the next morning, when the sky was still bright, Liu Yun had already called for a big truck. He rolled up his sleeves and began to get into the truck with the young masters and young ladies, planning to transport the fishing gear to the seaside.
"The early bird gets the worm~ The hardworking Liu Yun catches the fish~ Hey, hey, hey, hey~ I'm really hardworking!"
As Liu Yun carried the fishing gear into the car, he sang a messy song.
Beside him, his father, Liu Haikang, was worried about his precious fishing gear. He woke up early and stood at the door to supervise Liu Yun.
This person was indeed sleeping less and less at his age.
This morning, Liu Haikang was the first to get up. He was worried about his precious fishing gear. At night, he dreamed that his fishing gear would be in a mess when his son brought it back. He couldn't sleep at night.
Now that he had gone out, he felt a little sleepy and yawned with a haggard expression.
