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Without grapes, nestled under the thatch-roofed grape trellis, Yang Fan was surrounded by warmth.
Having just gone through an intense and deep exchange, they were all somewhat weary now. Basking in the warm breeze of late spring, they chatted casually about their recent insights. In fact, Yang Fan was already getting restless; he was thinking about making money.
But the food Xiao Liu had cooked was still hot in the pot, and their bodies hadn't recovered from the vigorous exercise. If he walked out now, Zhang Yulan would definitely tear him to pieces.
However, at that moment, an abrupt phone call shattered the sweet tenderness.
Yang Fan took out his phone from his pants pocket; it was a call from an unknown number.
He answered the call, "Hello."
But there was silence on the other end, no one spoke, just the chaotic noise of static.
Yang Fan checked his phone again; the signal was fine.
Probably just a wrong number, he guessed.
