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Mo Huaifeng "mm-ed", feeling perfectly contented as he looked at the two new photos on his screen, saying, "Yeah, you're actually not as short as you look like you are in the photo."

Why did those words sound so awkward?

Before he was done deliberating, the driver at the front stepped on the brakes, saying, "We're here."

Hence the two of them alighted.

The rain outside had stopped, only the surfaces were still wet. Ji Zhiyao carried the bags and tried his best to lift them up high, in case they were splashed with water. Yet the various bags were rather heavy, by the time he reached the front door of the villa, he had already broken out in perspiration all over.

Mo Huaifeng opened the door at the front, Ji Zhiyao followed behind, struggling as he stepped through the front door.

The entire base was still.

Ji Zhiyao dropped all the bags on him and dropped onto the sofa, then looked questioningly towards the wall clock on the wall.