After buying the house, Feng Shan checked out of the inn.
Of course, he also gave Lady Margaret a check for the room that she couldn't refuse.
The day he moved into the cabin, Feng Shan already regretted it.
'I shouldn't have checked out of the inn, or given Frank that animal hide. For the past two days, aside from when he was eating, Frank has been sleeping in until late morning, and the supposedly soundproof walls can't even block the high-pitched noises coming from the second floor.'
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
A thick fog rose from the surface of the Bering Sea, shrouding the vast expanse of water like a delicate veil and blurring the line between sea and sky.
In the hazy gloom, the waves gently swelled, making a low, deep sound.
Feng Shan stood on the lawn in front of his cabin. Today was the day the crabbing boat was due to arrive. Yesterday, Alvin had already recruited thirty qualified crew members.
BEEP! BEEP!
A car horn honked a few times.
