Zhou Hui looked at Wang Dadong's excited demeanor and felt a tremor in her heart, "I... surely I haven't really invited the wolf into my house..."
And so, Wang Dadong happily decided to move to the receptionist's house.
"Brother Wang, aren't you going to take any stuff?"
"I'm not taking anything. Out with the old, in with the new." He didn't have anything valuable anyway, and he didn't want to go back to Eastern County Villa now.
The two of them boarded the bus again.
It wasn't rush hour, so there were fewer passengers and they both found seats.
"Brother Wang, you're so bad."
"Am I bad? It was clearly you who asked me to tell you jokes."
Wang Dadong was telling Zhou Hui naughty jokes to pass the dull moments on the bus.
At that moment, he was suddenly smacked hard on the head.
Enraged, Wang Dadong looked up to see the same old man he and Zhou Hui had encountered during their last bus ride, staring at him furiously.
