What's even more frustrating is that we still don't know who this person is.
The driver gave an "oh," glanced briefly at the ground beneath our feet, and frowned slightly.
I was a little confused, so I followed his gaze and looked down as well. Could it be that those things had stuck to it again?
Obviously not. I guess this person probably noticed the powder we just shook.
"It's good that it's been sent. Now you all have to work hard for it. This early evening is the time to make the most of every second."
Strive for it?
My heart skipped a beat. How did this person know we would have further preparations?
Logically speaking, shouldn't the main purpose of someone sending a letter be this?
If it was the driver who spoke to us, he was probably asking if we wanted to go back in the middle of the night.
In other words, in his mind, we would naturally have the next step to take.
I felt something was off, but I didn't say it directly to the driver.
I began to carefully examine the driver in front of me.
Honestly, apart from being a little more tired, everything else seems the same as before.
If he really knows something, asking him now would only alert him.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, we got on the bus.
After a brief silence, the driver tried his best to liven things up, becoming quite talkative.
Unexpectedly, my silence was followed by Yiyi speaking.
"Master, how did you know? Can't we just go back after mailing the letter?"
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