"It ended," Wang Yao calmly said.
In the past few days, he had seen Sun Zhengrong's compensation, which showed he cared. For some mistakes, they could no longer be remezhendied or recovered. For example, the dead old man.
"I am ready to leave, what else do you need to me deal with?" Sun Zhengrong asked.
"Temporarily, nothing," Wang Yao replied.
Sun Zhengrong took a sip of tea, which tasted slightly bitter. "And, Yunsheng's disease?"
He knew that Wang Yao's mood was not very good at this time, but some things had to be asked.
"It should be cured soon," Wang Yao replied.
"That's good," Sun Zhengrong was relieved. He was actually inwardly worried that Wang Yao would be angry because of the incident and cut relations with them. Now, it seemed that this was not the case.
"Then, I will go," Sun Zhengrong said.
"Be careful on your way," Wang Yao replied.
After Sun Zhengrong left the clinic, he went to see Sun Yunsheng.
