Liang Yongsheng could understand this, and so could Chen Fan.
A surge of gratitude flashed across his face. He opened his mouth, trying to say something.
However, the old man did not give him a chance, just smiled and left the bamboo house with an agile gait.
In the bamboo house, neither Chen Fan nor Liang Yongsheng spoke. Both of them watched the old man leave with complicated expressions, each with their own thoughts.
Soon, under their gaze, the figure of the old man gradually disappeared into the bamboo forest.
Chen Fan turned his gaze back to Liang Yongsheng and made a gesture for him to sit. "Secretary Liang, please have a seat."
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Liang Yongsheng's chaotic thoughts gradually steadied. He gave Chen Fan a complex look and sat down on the bamboo chair.
Then, he intentionally or unintentionally looked at the bamboo chair where the old man had been sitting, and immediately felt prickly and uncomfortable all over.
