The outskirts had fewer cars, and as night fell, the inky sky enveloped the fields.
On the open ground of the farmhouse, a bonfire was burning, and further away were modular breeding areas along the highway. Chickens, ducks, geese, fish, vegetables, and fruits, even a golf course.
To thank the staff of Cicada Studio for their hard work recently, President Pei, on someone's "suggestion", decided to have a team-building day on a weekday.
The team-building location was this little farmhouse in a remote mountain corner, hundreds of kilometers away from Xinghai.
"Didn't you want to listen to Lin Chuan's new song?" Pei Muchan looked up, her face reflecting the light of the fire, and turned to remind him, "It's six o'clock now, you can buy it."
"No rush." Xu Qingyan flicked through his phone, selected a chat with Zhou Mian, and forwarded it to Pei Muchan, "I have something to show you, just sent it."
"What?" Pei Muchan opened the video message he had sent.
