After Xiao Yan's words had fallen silent, Wang Chen pushed the door and walked out, took several deep breaths of fresh air, and then picked up Zhang Hu's call.
Zhang Hu had called to ask if Wang Chen was going up the mountain today.
Wang Chen readily agreed.
Since Zhang Quanzhu's death, their herb gathering had been put on hold.
For several days in a row, not only did they fail to make money, they had actually lost some. Wang Chen thought that he must focus on earning money, otherwise the few things he had planned would have to be postponed indefinitely.
Wang Chen left in a hurry, not noticing that Xiao Yan was still standing at the door, looking out at him.
Even after Wang Chen's figure had disappeared for quite a while, she had not come back to her senses.
She said she would treat everything that happened last night as a dream, and then completely forget that dream.
But could she really treat it as just a dream and truly forget it?
