No reply for a long time.

Song Yu didn't answer after waiting for a while and was still a little anxious: "Mom? Are you still there? You're fine, I'm going to die."

Mother Song: "Yes! Don't worry!"

Song Yu pinched Renzhong and then pinched his own temple: "You said, let's not talk about things that can be solved with money."

Song’s mother: “Baby, money can’t solve this problem.”

Song Yu: "Huh?"

Song Yu became serious.

If money can't solve it, it proves that the matter is indeed serious.

If necessary, he would ask for leave directly and go down the mountain, just in time to go home and rest.

Song's mother hesitated to speak: "Just...it's just feudal superstition!"

"Even if you want to believe in something, don't believe in an evil god. How can you believe in a pig's head?"

"This... people won't become stupid after believing this, right? Mom still expects you to provide for yourself in old age. If you are stupid, how will you live this life."

Song Yu: "..."

Stop talking.

He will die now.

....

Song Yu was so angry that he thought so, but the group in the grassland was extremely happy.

Having applied for the route in advance, Ling Bingbing parked the plane directly on the grassland.

It gets dark late in the grassland, but the sky is still bright at seven o'clock.
Chapter completed!