C22 He Is Just an Unimportant Passerby

Cheng Feng sat in the car for an hour before he drove back to his residence. After that, he pretended that he had just returned from a busy trip.

Gu Wanzhou was swinging in the yard. There was a string of wind chimes made of shells hanging from the top of the swing. The wind chimes made a crisp sound as she swung.

"I'm back. I brought you new recording materials