Yue Zitong breathed a sigh of relief after a telephone call settled that Li Nan was ill and did not need to go to Southern Xinjiang. As if he had just succeeded in taking a major business, he felt as relaxed as a swallow and wanted to sing a song in a delicate voice.

Forget it. If you hear Yue always singing his sister's tears, you'll be shocked and your prestige will be damaged.

Real smart people are high-profile and low-profile.

It's just that he's in a really good mood. After two rounds around the roots of the wall, Yue always thought that there was one more thing left unfinished....