Although Feng Xiao prided himself on being a model worker, posting three updates on the first day of the Lunar New Year still made him feel a little full of himself.
Actually, no—there were reasons for it.
First, he still owed a few bonus chapters to Alliance Leaders, and it had been weighing on his mind. He wanted to get it done as soon as possible.
Second, he would not be spending much time going home on New Year's Day.
His dad had called two days ago and said that Feng Xiao could go back by himself on New Year's Day, drop off the gifts, and leave.
The old man's white blood cell count was only a little over a thousand; a normal person's should be above 3,500. His immune system was especially weak, and while the much-talked-about Coronavirus might not be a problem for Feng Xiao, it would be serious for him.
In his dad's eyes, Feng Xiao was a shut-in, so the odds of him carrying the virus were relatively low. But the same could not be said for the cop and the little ancestor at home.
It was not that the old man cared about those gifts. It was mainly because it was the New Year, and he wanted to see Feng Xiao.
The cop and the little ancestor suggested to Feng Xiao, "Don't take the bus. It's too dangerous. You should ride a bicycle instead."
On the first day of the Lunar New Year... making Feng Xiao ride a bicycle to pay New Year calls... (╯￣Д￣)╯╘═╛
Still, the Didi driver in Taiyuan who had transported a confirmed patient really had been quarantined.
Some readers suggested running there, but that would not work. Seven or eight kilometers was nothing, but the problem was... would my gifts be