"Ah, I forgot to tell Xiaojuan that I already ate dinner at Fine Workshop!"
Su Mo slapped his forehead. He suddenly remembered that after a long day of work, Huang Xiaojuan would still rush back to cook for him. Realizing his oversight, he quickly picked up his pace.
Before long, his figure completely vanished into the courtyard. From a bird's-eye view, the small courtyard in the middle of the street resembled a solitary boat adrift on a vast ocean—silent and isolated. The already remote street soon restored its usual tranquility.
