He Qisheng stayed at the cottage for 20 minutes and he talked with Wang Yao happily. He wanted to stay at the cottage longer, but the old senior officer in Jing City still waited for him, so he had to leave.
"Thanks for your entertainment. I look forward to our next meeting."
"Okay."
He Qisheng brought the Regather soup from Wang Yao and then he went down the hill and rushed to Jing City.
In the afternoon, the sunlight was very comfortable and soft. Wang Yao drank a cup of tea and read a chapter of his book— he was content.
There was a noise that interrupted Wang Yao's quiet life.
"Little Yao, I am here!"
Hearing the voice, Wang Yao sighed and kneaded his forehead.
"Sister."
"Hey." Wang Ru entered the house happily. "Hey, what's with your expression?"
"Nothing. Why do you come here?"
