Jian Qingqing did not know anything about the people. Because the meeting was held at night, she could not get up. So even when Ming Zhiyan called her, she did not go. She just lay on the bed and slept.
The village chiefs who went to the county office for the meeting went in with nervous expressions. They came out with blank expressions, which made the people who were waiting outside curious.
"Eh? What happened? What did the county magistrate say? Why do you all look like this?"
The first village chief who came out seemed to not hear half of it. He walked straight over without moving his eyes.
His appearance made everyone's heart itch. They were extremely curious.
Seeing that he ignored them, they continued to surround the next person, but the next person's reaction was the same as the first village chief's.
They asked a few questions in a row, but no one said anything.
