By the evening, when the drama had finished, the old man Peng Xile had not come out even once.
It seemed as if this salon had nothing to do with him at all.
The guests who had come to the meeting were already starting to get up and prepare to leave.
Because they had drunk some alcohol in the evening, everyone was feeling a bit tipsy.
However, drivers for the send-off had been arranged at the entrance of the courtyard house, making everything feel so thoughtful.
Before leaving, the crowd greeted each other in small groups and said their goodbyes.
Chen Gong and Li Peisheng approached the entrance, and as many people from the medical system saw Li Peisheng, they greeted him with warm smiles and farewell pleasantries.
But for Chen Gong, there were not many people who came forward to greet him voluntarily.
Perhaps it was due to the defiant pride in the hearts of intellectuals?
But Chen Gong didn't seem to care.
