In the morning, golden sunlight spilled into the four-courtyard.
Under normal circumstances, this would be a beautiful scene, but today is different.
Broken tiles, smashed roof tiles on the ground, uneven surfaces, and pierced pillars make the place look barely better than a war-torn slum.
At least, that's how it appears from the outside.
After finishing his morning practice, Xiao Feng gathered everyone and said, "I just called the landlord, we're leaving for Jiangcheng early tomorrow.
Take today to pack everything up, make sure nothing's left behind."
Honestly, we really can't continue staying here.
Almost every night there's some commotion, and the fact that the neighbors haven't called the police over disturbance is already quite considerate of them.
Plus, with the previous agreement with Hua Ling, we have no choice but to leave.
"You guys start packing, I'm going to bid farewell to Old Miao." Sun Shijie greeted and headed out.
