The rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds the unfortunate.
Su Lin rubbed the recommendation letter in his hand, letting out a heavy sigh.
Second Uncle's life was full of too many tragedies.
"Hey! What are you planning to do now?"
The crisp voice interrupted his train of thought.
Su Lin looked up at Song Yiyi beside him, tilting her head to look at him:
"Naturally, I'm going home. What else can I do? What about you? You want to come home with me?"
"Who—who wants to go home with you!"
Song Yiyi, like a cat with its tail stepped on, immediately refuted sharply, yet her little face instantly blushed, her gaze flustered and darting elsewhere.
She hesitated for a moment, her voice suddenly lowering, with a hint of hesitation:
"I... I have something I want to discuss with you..."
Su Lin raised an eyebrow:
"What's it about?"
Song Yiyi glanced at the villagers coming and going around them, a bit of concern showing on her face:
