"Yan Xiaofei, what are you hiding here for?" Xu Xiaoyan called out Yan Xiaofei with such exasperation, it was if she despised iron for not turning into steel.
After the cattle farm had gotten on the right track, this guy had been leading a leisurely and carefree life. Now, suddenly busy, it was particularly with all kinds of people and social obligations—something Yan Fei was especially impatient with. He had been used to not fitting in since a young age and genuinely had no interest in these matters.
So, since Secretary Jiao came to motivate everyone a few days ago, and there was nothing essential that required his presence on the construction site, Yan Fei would find a place to hide whenever he had the chance, assuming that others, none the wiser, probably thought he was busy with some important matters.
Xu Xiaoyan, however, knew him well enough to guess that he had found a hiding spot once she hadn't seen him for a while.
