Lu Yuan saw the bed and immediately collapsed onto it, where the faint scent of Aunt Song's perfume still lingered.
Su Liyan knew her brother hadn't returned all night. Aware that he was busy with something important, she had slept fitfully, tossing and turning in a daze.
In the early morning, the factory workers gathered in a wide circle around the wheat harvester, chattering amongst themselves about the behemoth.
None of the workers had ever seen such a thing; to them, it was like some kind of monster.
The clamor outside woke Lu Yuan. He rubbed his eyes, threw on his coat, and went out.
Without a word, Lu Yuan climbed onto the wheat harvester in front of everyone and started the machine.
The wheat harvester let out a deafening ROAR, startling the crowd and sending them stumbling back a dozen paces. Some even clapped their hands over their ears and ran.
"What is that monster?"
"Isn't the guy riding that behemoth the same man who had his arm around Director Song yesterday?"
