The high school near the Tanhua residential area.

As the bell rang, the day's study session came to an end, and many students flocked to leave.

Zhong Rou stared intently at Ba Siqi.

"Did you report me to the principal?"

Zhong Rou knew that she was running a business that violated school rules, so she was very careful, but even so, she was still caught by the principal.

Someone must be behind this against her.

Ba Siqi raised her chin: "I reported it, what can you do about it?"

Zhong Rou gritted her teeth: "You bastard, I'll get you sooner or later."

She started a breakfast business and found it incredibly profitable, thinking she could make her first fortune. Little did she know that her business would fail midway through.

This would kill her.

"Come on, I'm waiting." Basqi left proudly.

"Ugh." Zhong Rou kicked a tree trunk next to her. "Green tea is so annoying."

"Rou Rou, it's alright. With your abilities, you'll definitely become rich," Wen Qing comforted her.

Zhong Rou walked out of the school but didn't see Yang Meina's car. Yang Meina had been picking her up and dropping her off in her car for the past few days.

"Huh?"

Wenqing reminded her, "Rou Rou, you forgot, your sister and brother-in-law have returned to China."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Rou remembered the incident and slapped her forehead, saying, "Oh, I remember now. It was Ba Siqi who made me so angry that I couldn't remember things."

After saying that, Zhong Rou headed towards the Tanhua residential area like a woman of the wind.

She skipped and hopped into the house as usual, calling out loudly, "Sister, brother-in-law!"

Zhong Tingyue was tidying up the house when she asked, "Is there something you need?"

"I want to mess with Basqi, do you guys have a problem with that?"

Zhong Rou is just that straightforward and decisive; if she says she's going to mess with Ba Siqi, she does it—she never talks big.

“No.” Zhong Tingyue refused.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Rou's excitement vanished instantly, and her lips pouted as if they were coated with soy sauce.

Soon, Zhong Rou and Zhou Yidan became close friends. The former listened to the latter's stories about the United States: free shopping was commonplace, guns and ammunition were everywhere, and fights were nothing out of the ordinary...

Zhong Rou listened with great longing.

Zhong Rou slapped her thigh: "Oh dear, it turns out the biggest dividing line between people is amniotic fluid. Why wasn't I born in the US?"

In a split second, she had already thought of several ways to make money.

That place was her dream destination.

Zhou Yidan: "... ..."

Zhong Tingyue tidied up the room, then came out and said to Zhou Yidan, "You'll stay here tonight, don't mind."

"Sister Zhong, I really don't know how to respond to what you're saying."

Zhou Yidan and Chu Fang met by chance, and she already felt she owed them a great deal for doing this.

"You've been on a plane for so long, go to sleep early."

... ...

As night deepened, the bright moonlight shone on the windowsill.

Zhou Yidan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She then stood at the window, gazing at the night view. She saw pedestrians strolling along the street, groups of three or five sitting at a stall drinking and chatting, and cars speeding by...

These scenes are impossible to see in the United States, not even in bustling New York City, where such sights are not found late at night.

Zhou Yidan watched quietly.

... ...

The next day, Chu Fang didn't sleep well because of the time difference.

Even so, he was in an exceptionally good mood.

Abroad, even in high-end and luxurious hotels, he slept with a tense feeling, for some reason, but in China, he could sleep very comfortably.

This has nothing to do with safety or anything like that; it's just a habit.

He stretched and then went out to make breakfast.

Simple white porridge, plus pickled vegetables, this is the breakfast he has always wanted when he was abroad.

As he walked out of the kitchen, he saw Zhou Yidan sitting on the sofa: "You're awake."

Good morning, Brother Chu.

Chu Fang leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed: "Today I'll drive you to the place where your grandmother was born and lived."

Grandma Zhou Yidan hopes to return to her roots, even in death, and wants to be buried in the country.

"Brother Chu, I can do it myself, no need to trouble you."

"Hey, I'm jet-lagged anyway, so I can't do much. I'll just show you around." Chu Fang waved his hand.