Song Yan's straightforwardness made the man chuckle in amusement, "You've become more and more inscrutable as you grow older. What do you mean by that? I don't understand what you're saying."
Song Yan smiled cryptically, "I heard you've been in Beijing recently. A lot has happened there, creating quite a stir. Do you know about it?"
The man feigned ignorance, "How should I know? I've been cooped up inside, always helping the poor and downtrodden."
Song Yan didn't feel like wasting any more words with him.
He poked the man's shoulder.
His tone regained that elegant accent, "Whatever you're up to, I need your help now… You Zhongzhong."
......
The sky was clear, as blue as can be.
The temperature was just right, making it a place very suitable for long-term living.
After Jiang Ruan had eaten, she lazily slept on a rocking chair in front of the first-floor window.
