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After he managed to satiate himself enough to not feel hungry, Yang Fan left his house, mounted his three-wheeler, and set off for Zhangli Village.
Harvesting flower tea was a major event for the family, as well as a very important source of income, so Yang Fan didn't dare delay.
If today's business hadn't involved Shen Lin, he would definitely have brushed off his arrangement with Zhang Yulan like it was nothing.
Even though the full-figured young woman was tempting, Yang Fan still knew to prioritize.
The June weather was like an intensely fiery woman, already scorchingly hot at just seven or eight in the morning, feeling like it could pierce right through one's internal organs, causing profuse sweating with the slightest movement.
Yang Fan floored the gas pedal all the way, plunging into the paved road of Zhangli Village, which was considerably wider than those of other villages, and headed straight for Zhang Yulan's house.
