Zhao Wenhua rested for a few days, put down all his worries, and returned to work.
He had been traveling alone for the past few days. Listening to the echoes of the distant mountains and empty valleys, he seemed to have experienced the true meaning of life in the morning bell and evening drum.
His entire person became quiet.
Life was just like that. It seemed that it was enough to live a simple life.
Although at the beginning, that simple and honest face would appear in his mind every time he calmed down. However, Zhao Wenhua tried his best to control himself and stop thinking about him.
After a few days of self - Repair, the wound in his heart was healed. He went to work happily after sending his daughter off on the plane.
He would not care about the hospital bed and just work obediently. What could Department Director Kong do to him?
Was he really going to drive him away? That's impossible! Zhao Wenhua had the confidence to do so.
