Toward the end of the year, Fang Shaokang would be especially busy. Although he was usually busy, he managed to take a day off each week to relax, but now he simply had no time at all—not even for a hurried phone call with Fang Mengmeng. Fang Shaokang had arranged for someone to send Zheng Tan back to Chuhua City. The specific date had been set, and due to some last-minute matters, it was postponed by two days from the original plan. However, it was just two days; Zheng Tan could wait.
Resting on the sofa, Zheng Tan yawned as he looked at the date on the calendar. Well, that's good. He would be back the day after tomorrow.
In the last few days, Zheng Tan had been cooped up indoors, eating and sleeping without going out. One reason was that it was too cold outside; another was the issues Ermao had mentioned. So, Zheng Tan just stayed indoors and lazed about to avoid any trouble.
