Chu Qianxuan returned home. Aunt Wu and Uncle Ma had rested. Chu Qianxuan went upstairs to his room and looked at everything in the room. The layout of the room remained the same as before, except that there were no textbooks, the quilt cover was no longer cartoon animation, and it became much deeper.

Chu Qianxuan sat at the bedside, took out the phone and dialed Yu Ziang's phone.

"Hello, Xiaoqian," Yu Ziang answered the phone with a lazy voice.

"Rested?" Chu Qianxuan asked.

"Well, you can't be tired from flying for so long. You slept on the plane, but I talked to beautiful women, so now I can catch...