After briefly admiring the thrilling battle between Diwu Ming and the two big horses, Yang Fan hung up the video call.
Although it seemed like there was nothing much to arrange, it wasn't entirely the case; he still had to make several more phone calls.
Wang Daqiang, with a curious look on his face, turned his head, about to say something. Seeing Yang Fan picking up his phone again, he quietly held back his words, focusing on the road that had entirely darkened ahead.
Yang Fan's first call was to Huang Baoming; he needed to ask for leave.
This old man required him to visit him every day.
Now, Yang Fan was destined not to be able to do so.
He had just started learning on the first day, and now he needed to take a leave of one or two months. Yang Fan was already prepared for a scolding. As expected, he nearly got an earful from Huang Baoming.
