“Hmm!” Yang Jianfeng nodded seriously. The two of them made Hao Yunyang feel utterly frustrated. Was buying a pack of cigarettes, watching TV, and flipping through a magazine really such a big deal?
But jokes aside, around six in the evening, Zhao Zhen and his female assistant took a taxi and left Liushi, heading towards Wenzhou airport. He didn’t ask Hao Yunyang to drive him to the airport this time.
Standing at the hotel entrance and watching Zhao Zhen leave, Hao Yunyang suddenly turned to Yang Jianfeng and asked, “Brother Ling, why do you think Brother Zhao doesn’t want to stop by and see Yin and the others?”
“Perhaps there’s still some lingering tension from last time, an unresolved knot in his heart,” Yang Jianfeng smiled and said. “Time will heal everything. When everyone’s resentments fade, we’ll be able to sit together openly. But the timing isn’t right yet.”
“Sounds pretty convincing,” Hao Yunyang chuckled, pulling out a pack of soft-shell Zhonghua cigarettes and offering one to Yang Jianfeng while taking one for himself. After lighting up, he asked, “Are you meeting Yin and the others tonight?”
“No,” Yang Jianfeng shook his head without hesitation. “I’m settling in Liushi anyway. Early or late meeting doesn’t matter. I have a lot to do in the coming period. If I get drunk tonight, how can I work tomorrow?”
“Your wife won’t let you go, right?” Hao Yunyang suddenly interjected.
“What? No way!” Yang Jianfeng’s expression changed, then he paused.
“Alright, everyone knows already, just no one’s said anything,” Hao Yunyang sighed, patting Yang Jianfeng’s shoulder.
By the time Cao Xuri took a taxi back to his suburban villa, it was already twelve o’clock. He raised his wrist to check the time, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth, as if lost in thought.
Getting out of the taxi, he walked towards the main door, took out his key and opened the room door. The interior was pitch black, and Cao Xuri frowned: “Liu Ma, didn’t I tell you not to turn off the lights?”
