Zhong Yuquan sat on the bed with his eyes narrowed, thinking left and right, avoiding long nights and dreaming too much. He quickly picked up Song Wanting.

The next morning Zhong Yu-quan got up. He opened the door lightly and went out alone. At this time, Zhong's servants had not yet got up. He found a quiet place to dial the phone.

"You let A San quickly find Song Wanting, Song Wanting was sent to the psychiatric hospital by Yezimo for treatment." Zhong Yuquan doesn't want to wait any longer. He can't wait. It's all spring. The annual election is about to start. Can he wait?

"You know, what else...