A small Yuancheng Jade Mine, seemingly simple, is actually difficult to get hold of. Lu Cong and Nan Mufeng have been cooperating for so long, but there has been no progress. She might need to find another path.
......
The night is gradually deepening. The wind is getting cooler, and clouds are covering the moon; it looks like it's going to rain.
Xiao Hang is lying alone in the hospital room, utterly bored.
He heard from Nan Mufeng that Jian Xi cooked some chicken soup at home; he really wants to drink a bowl...
Ah! If he hadn't promised Zhang Yun to stay one more day, he should be chatting and watching TV lively at the villa with Nan Mufeng and his family at this time.
"Click—"
The door clicked open as Zhang Yun came in, carrying a thermal container.
"Zhang Yun? What are you doing here?"
"I'm on night duty, and I brought some chicken soup from home for you." Zhang Yun placed the thermal container on the bedside table; as soon as it's opened, an aroma wafted out.
