That day, Xiao Moli was lying on a deckchair, feeding chicks, when his phone rang.
Although he was physically there, he hadn't neglected work even the slightest bit.
He put down the small bamboo bowl he held and reached for the phone to answer it.
After a grunt, he called An Ziqi.
An Ziqi was squatting not far away, fiddling with her beloved dried radish, and stood up to approach him. "What?"
Xiao Moli reached out and pulled her directly into his arms, then put the phone to her ear.
"Little sister-in-law, when exactly are you coming back?"
Upon hearing the lively voice on the phone, An Ziqi couldn't help but smile—it was Jiayin.
"What's up?"
"You hurry back, or I'll be tormented to death here. They say it hasn't even been a month, so I can't go out, can't even take a bath. Is there any justice in this? I'm going to smell awful, okay? Why don't they try not bathing for a month?"
