The next day.
Liu Feng did not go out to attend classes or deliver takeout, which took Li Qiqi by surprise as she sat in her wheelchair:
"Aren't you going out today?"
In the past two years, Liu Feng had never taken a day off, working tirelessly like a perpetual motion machine.
Li Qiqi had advised him many times to no avail.
So seeing the man she loved actually staying at home for the day had Li Qiqi convinced the sun must have risen from the west.
Liu Feng shook his head with a smile and bustled about the kitchen, making food for Li Qiqi:
"I won't go out these few days, I'll stay home with you. I feel like we're being haunted by a madman, and I'm worried about your safety."
Li Qiqi burst into laughter:
"Are you talking about Lin Xian? He doesn't seem like a bad person... If he were, he would have acted long ago."
"Besides, we have nothing of value for anyone to covet with our stark poverty."
