How to handle Brother Wu Lei's salary_1

The setting sun's last rays finally disappeared completely, and both rice fields were now fully planted with seedlings.

Song Sancheng waved goodbye to the villagers who had come to help, walking home with a dejected Wu Lei in tow.

Upon entering the yard, as he expected, Wu Lei wordlessly washed the remaining mud off his feet by the water tank, then trudged upstairs to the third floor.

Leaving everyone in the yard looking at each other in confusion:

"What's wrong with him?"

"Don't even mention it..."

Song Sancheng also had an indescribable look on his face.

"You know, Lili seems to have deleted him, blocked him."

"What?" Zhang Yanping frowned. "Lili is only blocking him now!"

Really, Wu Lei was such a simple-minded guy; high schoolers were better at cajoling people than he was, though they didn't like Lili either. But they were still curious—how could anyone fall for him?