In the evening the sky inexplicably rained and the wasteland became muddy.
After the checkpoint and then two or three hundred meters ahead stands a color steel shed, that is just started excavation of pit 8, the archaeological team accident place.
"Xiao Luo, are you sure that Professor Su won't have any more problems?" Ma Zhong Hua could never let go of his heart, he had already asked this question for the second time.
Luo Yang smiled, "Don't worry, Curator Ma, I can take care of Professor Su."
He had just closed his mouth when Su Changming said, "I don't need you to take care of me, I'm such a big person, I can take care of myself."
"Well, then, I wish you well." Ma Zhong Hua couldn't say anything more.
Ye Yiming came in front of Luo Yang, and in a deep tone, he admonished, "Xiao Lu
