After a hearty meal, Song Yunuan took her brother again to Old Mr. Ji's home.
She reported her trip to the provincial city once over.
Upon learning that another historical site had been saved, the old gentleman walked back and forth in the room with a complicated expression, his hands behind his back.
Meanwhile, Song Yunuan sat on a small stool with Asheng and Yingying, eating ice cream.
As she ate, she watched the two little ones, not intending to let them eat too much.
At the same time, she found the leisure to say to Old Man Ji, "Second Grandpa, there's no need to get this worked up, is there?"
Old Man Ji glared and asked Song Yunuan, "What are you planning to do next?"
Song Yunuan hooked her mouth into a sly smile, "Definitely nothing to do with historical relics."
Unless it was the despicable act from her memories where people's remains were destroyed and their ashes scattered, she knew to keep silent on such matters.