"Okay, I'll let her rest later."

"She's not thinking straight right now. If she says something wrong to you or gets angry, don't take it seriously and don't get angry with her!"

"You're overthinking it, I know."

"Thank you, Teacher Xiao!" Jin Xueyang's eyes showed deep affection for entrusting important information to a revolutionary comrade. The picture froze for 3 seconds, and then he strode away.

As they passed the living room, Zhang Moyan called out to him dazedly, "Jin Xueyang, are you leaving? Aren't we going to pass the plan to Teacher Xiao?"

"Approved the plan?" Jin Xueyang was so busy that his hair stood on end. He rolled his eyes at Zhang Moyan and said, "Thank you for remembering this! But I have something to do and I have to leave now. You should rest early and let my idol go back early. Do you understand?"

"Oh." Zhang Moyan was dazed.

Jin Xueyang quickly changed his shoes, pushed open the door and ran out like an arrow, without even having time to slam the door shut.

Xiao Xingyu had no choice but to walk over and close the door. He slammed it shut, and as soon as he let go, the door handle fell to the ground with a clang!

Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a moment.

I leaned over and picked up the door handle from the ground, took a closer look, and tried to put the alloy piece back into the broken part, pressing it up and down a few times. Although the door lock closed, I didn't know what was wrong with the mechanism inside, and it wouldn't connect. The whole lock was unresponsive.

After trying a few more times, it still didn't work. Xiao Xingyu grabbed the door handle and said: No way? ! !

I was stunned for at least 10 seconds, and then a question came to me - how am I going to get out?

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he immediately turned around and said, "Reporter Zhang, is there anything at your home... I'll go!" He turned back unexpectedly as if he had been electrocuted.

The next second, without a second's hesitation, he hurried to the living room and quickly drew up the curtains. He turned his back to Zhang Moyan, looking rather irritably, "You're changing clothes with the window still open?!"

Zhang Moyan's voice came from behind, low but indifferent: "There's no house ahead."

Indeed, there was a green field ahead, and behind it was a river. On the other side of the river was a park without any buildings. Xiao Xingyu calmed his heartbeat for a moment, then asked, taking a breath, "Are you dressed?"

"Okay, that's it."

Xiao Xingyu turned around and almost turned back.

Zhang Moyan was wearing a pearl-colored silk halter dress, with a large area of her snow-white shoulders exposed. She seemed to be stuffing her changed clothes into the trash can as if something was wrong with her.

Xiao Xingyu forced himself to give himself psychological counseling: In the summer, girls on the street wear even less than this. This is normal. Look, they're not showing anything. They cover more than ballet dancers. A ballet performance must have thousands of spectators... (500 words omitted here)

With this construction, he finally had the strong psychological quality to run to snatch the clothes from her hands: "This is not a laundry basket, are you drunk?"

Zhang Moyan raised her head and looked at him, her large eyes gradually revealing aggrieved expression. This person had clearly claimed before that she was not drunk.

"I'm not drunk..."

"You're not drunk, and you're taking off your clothes in front of a man?!"