The pheasant soup was delicious.
"How is Yilong's illness?"
"He's basically recovered," Wang Yao replied.
"That's good," Zhang Xiuying happily said. "My son has changed, so I can enjoy my good fortune now."
"Yes."
In southern Yunnan, thousands of miles away…
"Were you looking for me, Chief?"
"Have a seat, Qingfeng," Miao Xihe said.
"Is it still lively outside?"
"It's still very lively," Miao Qingfeng said. "I've arranged for someone to plant some poisonous insects on the road."
"These days, I have been thinking about this matter," Miao Xihe said. "There is no smoke without fire. These people will not find trouble here without reason. There must be someone behind this matter pushing and guiding them. Our people outside have investigated it for a long time. They haven't found a single clue. What does this mean?"
