Old Master Bai hung up the phone; he had to prepare for Bai Simen's return. That girl, who hadn't sent any word in over three years, left him wondering just how well she had been doing all alone outside.
Seeing that it was getting late, Lu Maoyan led the way to pack up the fishing rods, and Tang Shengyi followed closely behind with his son, also gathering their fishing gear.
"Just leave them there, don't worry about anything. Someone will come to tidy it all up later," Lu Maoyan reminded them.
"Okay, Mr. Lu," Tang Shengyi nodded. There were a few palm-sized crucian carps in his bucket, enough to make a pot of crystal-clear crucian carp soup for the evening.
Tang Feng wasn't very skilled at fishing; even in the fish pond, he ended up catching only small fish. Not having the heart to kill them, he released them back into the water.
