"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
The door was opened by Lan's mother.
"Didn't I tell you not to come this early?"
For some reason, Lan's mother had a forced smile, which Martial Saint didn't notice as he peered inside.
"Wu Guangjiang isn't still sleeping, is he?"
"You brat, how long have you been living in the city? Forgotten that your old man has always been an early riser?"
Wu Guangjiang's voice came from behind Lan's mother.
It was true.
Unless he was drunk the night before, Wu Guangjiang did get up very early back home, almost at the crack of dawn. He neither farmed nor planted trees, which Martial Saint truly didn't understand.
Martial Saint walked in and then noticed the packed luggage, feeling puzzled.
"What's going on?"
"We've eaten, strolled, drank, and stayed at a hotel of this grade, time to head back home."
Wu Guangjiang said with a smirk.
"But..."
