Zhao Yuan lost the mood to enjoy the beautiful early autumn scenery in the countryside. He sped past Liu Lanhua and Cao Damiao and returned home.

Lin Wenxi's calls had become his daily sustenance.

"Are you up?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad. What about you?"

"I… slept pretty well too. Have you ate?" In reality, Zhao Yuan had been suffering from frequent bouts of insomnia ever ...