Wen Zhi: "I was actually here to remind you not to keep feeding, just look at the pond for yourself."
Meng Fan stopped.
She glanced at the fish in the pond, which were all overfed, with one's belly almost turning over from being too full.
Fish can't feel fullness in a noticeable way, so if you keep feeding, they'll keep eating; whatever Meng Fan had fed them, they had eaten.
One after another, they were almost bursting!
"Well... Zhizhi, don't tell Uncle," Meng Fan said before running off.
Wen Zhi was caught between laughter and tears.
Today, Meng Fan stayed at Qionglou until two in the afternoon before leaving.
Close to three, just minutes after Meng Fan had left, someone else arrived, but this time it wasn't just anyone.
Wen Zhi hadn't contacted Mu Yanzhou since returning from Harbor City, not even once, because she knew that no matter where she went, her dad would find out.
It was the same this time.
Though three days late, he still came.
