Soon, five bottles of drinks clattered down from the dispenser.
Ke Xiaomo felt his pants pocket and realized the food bag hidden inside was gone, so he had no choice but to hug all five bottles and turn to walk towards home.
The vibration of his cell phone in his pocket prompted him to free one hand, pick up the phone, and turn on the screen. He saw a WeChat message from Ke Mingye.
[Ke Mingye: Where the hell are you, dude? I'm dying of thirst here, where's my Coke?]
[Ke Xiaomo: Don't worry, I'm on my way.]
Ke Xiaomo replied using voice-to-text and then walked into the pitch-dark street, a hint of a smile flickering at the corner of his eye.
"Hmm, let's head home."
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Meanwhile, Fan Quan emerged from a mountain cave and once again stepped into the familiar old-fashioned living room.
