"Yunfang, are you home?"
Shen Yunfang had just cycled home from class, and before she even had the chance to take off her shoes, she heard someone outside calling her.
Why did the voice sound so much like Big Brother Ma?
"Yeah, I'm home, Brother Ma, what brings you here? Not busy anymore? Or is there an issue?" These were the days when the neighborhood committee was busy distributing various bills and receipts, and Ma Liguo spent them leading a few people around various residential areas—it was one of the busiest times of the month.
Ma Liguo stopped in his tracks, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "I'm fine, but it's your two treasures who have an issue."
Shen Yunfang immediately turned pale, and her legs went a bit weak.
