At this moment, a certain person's deep voice finally rang out.
"We're returning home the day after tomorrow. Where do you want to go tomorrow?"
Jian Liangtong paused and looked at him, "You decide."
Huo Shaojun lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a while.
Jian Liangtong felt he wouldn't say anything more, and slightly leaned forward, ready to stand up from the sofa.
But then the person's voice came again, "How about visiting the place you and Hao Hao stayed before?"
Jian Liangtong, "..."
Several seconds passed, Jian Liangtong slightly sat back, her gaze calm as she looked at Huo Shaojun, speaking in a steady tone, "There's nothing worth seeing."
Huo Shaojun's long brows seemed to furrow, his clean hand reaching into his pants pocket to pull out a cigarette and lighter.
He took a cigarette from the box and clamped it between his lips.
Bang.
After a metallic sound, a flame surged from the lighter's wick.
