Chapter 952: Why Does That Voice Sound Familiar?
The small boat followed the river for a long while before merging into the Great River.
Zhao Lin clicked his tongue in wonder. The bamboo raft was moving upstream against the current without any external force.
"Where are we going?" Zhao Lin asked.
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "I don't know. Wherever the water takes us."
Zhao Lin stared at him, completely baffled. "You don't even know where we're going, and I'm just drifting along with you?"
Chen Changsheng glanced at him. "You'd rather not?"
Zhao Lin smacked his lips. "It's fine, I suppose."
He lay back on the bamboo raft and let out a long breath. "I'm a man with nothing but free time anyway. Sticking with you means I won't end up dead, at least."
The bamboo raft remained steady, pushing upstream along the Great River before drifting aimlessly once more.