Tang Jiayu looked at the fields before her, feeling very satisfied.
In the end times, she had gradually matured, no longer the ignorant rich girl she once was.
She had learned to cook, farm, repair machinery, among other things.
"Miss Tang, good day."
"Hello."
People passing by would always greet Tang Jiayu.
Tang Jiayu would always smile back. After all, during this time, she had become very familiar with everyone, you could say she had blended in. She hadn't been in contact with Lin Fan for a very long time.
She used to fantasize.
The saying goes, a woman pursuing a man is like a thin veil; once you take the first step, success is near.
But who would have thought, even though she had been very straightforward, Brother Lin still hadn't responded at all.
For this reason, she knew Brother Lin might not have thought about these things at all.
Instead, he devoted all his energy to the apocalypse.
