Ding Yishan was momentarily lost in confusion, his gaze somewhat vacant.
Jiang Chuan saw that he was no longer laughing hysterically and breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, his eyes involuntarily shifted slightly, landing on the piece of paper filled with writing.
At the top, there was a bold line of characters, the ink not yet dry, deeply penetrating the paper.
[A Few Opinions on the Inspector's Responsibility for Outer City Construction]
Inspector, responsible?
...
The door opened.
A faint sound of shoveling soil came from the corner of the balcony, and all the flower pots had been moved there.
Wang Kang and Liu Yi were squatting there, one shoveling soil, the other carefully planting the obtained seeds into the soil. The light shone on their profiles, and the room exuded a warm and harmonious atmosphere reminiscent of peaceful times.
Luo Xiaoxue sat on the sofa, holding a book that seemed to be reading, but her gaze rarely fell on the pages.
