C319 Bai Zirui's Cousin

I looked around at the passersby, pressed down the brim of my hat, and said in a low voice, "Goodbye, Du Xiaoxiao."

No longer listening to Du Xiaoxiao's nonsense, I turned around and left.

It was almost half past six by the time he got home from a taxi.

Thus, one could imagine how bad his face looked when he sat on the sofa in the living room and read a book instead of working.

"Hehe