He softly began, "There's no need to notify anyone in advance, nor to reveal our identities. Just treat us as ordinary business partners coming to observe. Take us around and let us get to know life on the farm."
"..."
Qin Youxuan lifted her head and glanced at him, flashing a smile.
They were thinking alike.
"Your thoughts are all over your face. It's hard for anyone to misunderstand. You need to learn to be more reserved," Jin Chenye said with a laugh, pinching her cheek with his long fingers.
Fang Hua watched the two interacting and didn't dare to interrupt, respectfully turned around, and led them back.
The farm was vast, and even with the aid of a flashy tractor on the property, Jin Chenye and Qin Youxuan got pretty disheveled.
The shoes were the worst part—they got caked with thick, wet mud that crumbled as it dried, making them several pounds heavier.
