C111 Adjustment

Ren Yuanbo didn't care much about Zhang thinking of him and shook his head to clear that silly face from his mind. The sunlight streaming in was no longer scorching, signaling it was already evening. He realized he had slept quite a while. After tidying himself up, he was about to head over to the old house when he heard his father-in-law's voice.

"Grafting fruit trees or planting them directly