At two in the morning, Zhang Xiaoshan quietly slipped out of Wu Daming's house.
After being caught by Su Xiangmei last time, he became much more cautious, looking around to make sure no one was around before daring to leave.
At this moment, his head felt groggy, and his body was trembling.
He was genuinely exhausted.
A calm pond had been too still for too long; the mere dropping of a small pebble stirred up massive waves, the kind that could drown a person.
Jia Lanhua had come with a reckless abandon.
All night, he had not rested.
He couldn't take it anymore; Zhang Xiaoshan was indeed worn out.
However, Zhang Xiaoshan quite enjoyed this fatigue, wishing it would happen more often.
Jia Lanhua was indeed a rare gem; the once fertile land was now lying fallow, and Zhang Xiaoshan did not mind helping to till it a few more times.
Over the years, the bastard Wu Laohu had gotten what he deserved for what he did to the Zhang family.
