C1552 Where Are You Running

A cool breeze blew across the empty square and hit Mo Nan's face. Lazy...

Busy, busy, busy.

For some reason, Mo Nan subconsciously thought of a public service advertisement he had seen when he was young.

Damn it.

He patted his face hard. old rascal was not angry. He was not an unweaned child. A few old men had left. As long as he was alive and well, what was there to be sad about?

All in all