C209 Village Head Prison

Qianqian and Zhou Minglang were sitting on the porch, chewing on dried food and laughing.

The autumn night was calm and clear. The crescent moon hung in the sky, and the clear night sky was dotted with stars. The two of them drank a cup of fruit wine as they chatted for a long time.

"Young Master Cousin, xiaojie, the autumn night is cold, it's more exposed, please rest early