Mr. Qian was also at the entrance of the county police station, driving his tractor.
Seeing that Qiao Qingyu came out with He Xiuyu, the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled back into place. Sitting atop the tractor, he wiped the profuse sweat from his forehead.
Seeing Mr. Qian, Qiao Qingyu felt somewhat guilty. Mr. Qian had suddenly received the message to host them. The Xiaxi Commune had never encountered such a good thing in decades, and everyone from top to bottom was overjoyed and felt extremely honored.
But who would have thought such an accident would occur, and she felt a bit sorry for him.
"Vice Director Qian, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."
"Qingyu, what are you talking about? How are you causing me trouble? It's all my fault; I shouldn't have put you in the limelight."
