The next day.
Sun Dasheng got up early. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Li Feng hurrying toward the house opposite.
It seems Xie Moyao wasn't lying last night.
"Good morning!" Sun Dasheng called out.
Li Feng paused and looked at him. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it was quickly masked by a smile. "Morning! Mr. Sun, do you also make it a habit to rise early?"
Sun Dasheng walked over with a smile. "I do. No matter how late I work, I usually get up early. The morning air is fresh. A few deep breaths might even add a few years to your life."
That was, of course, a joke. But Li Feng nodded solemnly in agreement.
"Mr. Sun, I've finally found a kindred spirit! I've told my classmates, friends, and relatives the same thing, but they never take me seriously. They just treat it as a joke. Little do they know, they're the real fools. Mr. Sun, wait here for just a moment."
With that, he turned and went back into his room, leaving Sun Dasheng puzzled.
