"Director Chen, have you still not packed your bags?!" On a hillside somewhere in Shuanghua Valley, San Zhangli looked at Chen Mu, who was lying in a rocking chair holding a rabbit, with a displeased expression.
"Director San, give me three more days, please let me bid farewell to these rabbits one by one." Chen Mu said sincerely: "After all, I've been here for a year and a half, watching these rabbits grow up, I can't bear to leave."
What nonsense are you spouting!
Three days, three days, and another three days, first it was packing bags, now it's saying goodbye to rabbits. It's been half a month!
With that much time, you could have played with all the rabbits in the valley!
San Zhangli's face turned dark.
Chen Mu also could not help but feel awkward.
It's not that he's intentionally delaying, mainly he hasn't fully learned the ghost patterns of the Soul-Calming Stake.
