Lin Sheng didn't think much, he just grinned and said with concern, "It's already dark, why not come to get it early in the morning."
"I'll go get it and take you home later."
Soon he came out with a dustpan and responded while walking, "It's Tingfan who came to borrow the dustpan."
Probably someone was asking him.
Song Tingfan took the dustpan, "Big brother, no need, I'll go back on my own, thank you." With that, he left.
In the blink of an eye, he was out of sight. Lin Sheng had no choice but to shout, "Tingfan, be careful, don't fall into the field."
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Song Tingfan returned home, gazing at the pitch-black house, he called out hopefully, "Sister-in-law."
The response he got was the rustling of the jujube tree, and he lowered his eyes in disappointment.
Over here, under the faint moonlight, Lin Qiao saw a figure from afar, she paused for a moment and finally picked up a stick for self-defense.
