The night passed without incident.
The next day, Chen Feng rose early. Amidst the persistent cursing and verbal abuse from his neighbors, he enjoyed a hearty breakfast before leisurely gathering his belongings. Truth be told, there was not much to pack. His valuables had long been tucked away into his Farm Space. Aside from some rice and flour intended for show, the room was so sparse that if a thief from the future were to break in, they would likely leave two hundred yuan behind out of pity.
After locking the door, Chen Feng wheeled his bicycle out of the Quadrangle Courtyard, laden with large and small bags. This immediately piqued the curiosity of everyone in the compound. Wasn't Chen Feng heading to work? Why was he carrying so much stuff?
Chapter 45