"Yes, yeah, nothing special. If you like novel things, I'll take you back to my place later and find some to show you."
The water pipes in West Garden have already been fixed. Feisheng returned yesterday, just in time to go back to Mist Garden tonight and tidy up her little courtyard.
At the police station entrance.
Song Yuan sat alone in a wheelchair, with two female police officers standing not far behind her, watching.
She wasn't supposed to be out, but Song Yuan cried and fussed, called the lawyer to make a scene, and because she was too emotional, the police couldn't force her, so they had to give her some leeway. It's temporarily impossible for her to leave, so she just sat outside, with two female officers watching her.
At half past eleven at night, Song Yuan finally waited for Mrs. Song to arrive.
"Yuan Yuan, Yuan Yuan... Mom's here!"
