"Maybe it will take a month," he said.
Lv Liang smiled, "I see, just twenty-five days then." He sighed with slight relief.
"Twenty-five days?" Fan Wubing suddenly remembered his poor understanding of numbers, "A month is thirty days."
"Thirty days!" Lv Liang's eyes widened in surprise, "Five more days than twenty-five?"
"Yes."
Lv Liang seemed to lose his appetite, placing the bun in his hand aside, lowering his head with furrowed brows, he began muttering, "One, two, three, four, five... ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, twenty-five, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six... No, that's not right, no thirty, just twenty-five."
"Young Master Lv?"
Lv Liang rubbed his temples, looking awkward, "No thirty, just twenty-five."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying." Lv Liang found it hard to explain, stammering for a while, his face turning red with urgency, "Ah… Brother Fan, can you and Miss Fu, along with that adorable little Chan'Er… leave five days earlier?"
