That night, because all the important figures came, Wang Kun didn't stay long in Lingxiu Village, worrying about disturbing the villagers, and took the group straight back to the city.
Meanwhile, Old Wang and that bearded man temporarily stayed at the clinic.
In Liu Ruyan's room.
Liu Zixuan leaned on the bedhead, "These days have been really fulfilling. From the detention center to meeting the city's big shots."
"Isn't that the case? It's like dreaming."
Liu Ruyan sat beside Liu Zixuan: "Aren't you going to the clinic tonight?"
Liu Zixuan shook his head: "I accomplished another big task for the village today, shouldn't I be here to properly receive the village beauty's gratitude?"
"What kind of thanks do you want?" Liu Ruyan looked at Liu Zixuan with unusual eyes.
"A kiss would be a good choice." Liu Zixuan said with a cheeky grin.
Liu Ruyan was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang.
She took out her phone and frowned, "So late, why are they calling?"
