Zhang Guoqing was not wrong in his assumptions.
——Zhou Xiaocun lay on the small bed in the guesthouse, unable to sleep despite days of long-distance travel and running around Beijing all day today.
The more he thought about it, the more a fire raged in his heart. ——The thought of the months of effort going to waste made him grit his teeth in anger.
Coming to Beijing was no easy feat. How much money had he spent, how many favors had he exhausted for that letter of introduction? Yet, Gu Ruyi, that old hag, had a stroke.
The most ridiculous part was that the bastard child had a falling out with her as well. The relationship between the two families was so bad that even a stranger like him could hear insider information, indicating how terrible the situation was.
