While Daan and Dajie were writing, Yang Ruoqing was lighting candles.

He also lit two of them at once, illuminating the area on the table brightly.

In this way, the eyes will not be hurt, and the two brothers will not be prematurely myopic.

Mrs. Sun and Mr. Bao came back to the house and smiled knowingly when they saw this.

The two women were still not sleepy, so they took their sewing dustpans and came to Yang Ruoqing's room next door to do needlework.

Let’s do some homely cooking by the way.

The night was very quiet.

Occasionally, a few dogs barked, far and near.

In the backyard of Lao Yang's house, a figure poked his head outside the courtyard wall.

Under the hazy moonlight, the man's bald head looked like a reflective mirror.

The bald man pinched his chin and hid in the shadow of the moonlight.

A pair of eyes peeked furtively into the yard.

The toilet of Lao Yang's family is just outside this courtyard wall.

As long as you watch patiently, Bao Suyun will definitely come to the toilet.

The bald man hid.

After a while, footsteps came from the yard.

He glanced that way.
Chapter completed!