Chen Chi didn't come over until one o'clock in the afternoon.
Wu Lan had already gone for a nap, and Song Sancheng had geared up and was riding his motorbike to the distance — that's right, he wouldn't even fish in his own pond or riverside beach because he wanted to truly earn a victory over Zhou Shunshui in the village with his 4,000-yuan fishing rod!
The best fisherman among the three, Zhou Maozhu: ...Forget it, he decided to just bring his old friend, a 200-yuan fishing rod.
As for Lun Chuan, he was in Qiaoqiao's room, looking at all the photos Qiaoqiao had taken and carefully saving the ones of Song Tan.
At that moment, Chen Chi arrived.
He was now quite familiar with coming here to Qiaoqiao's place, even knowing how to tread lightly on the stairs to avoid disturbing anyone who might be napping.
But given his 1-meter-9 height and broad physique, there was only so much he could do to soften his footsteps; at the very least, Lun Chuan heard him coming right away.
