She pretended to be generous and insightful, pretending to understand Yu Minglang's work in particular.
But her heart still felt heavy.
Chen Xiaoqian, oh Chen Xiaoqian, you understand the theories, so why can't you do it? How can you truly understand Yu Minglang?
If she feels this blocked every time he leaves, then how is it any different from the past life...
If this continues, her joys and sorrows will be controlled by a man, even when he leaves, she still misses him. She doesn't like this version of herself. If she can't find herself, how will she treat her patients?
How long can such emotions last? It's a difficult question.
In the mountains a hundred kilometers away from the county town, Yu Minglang was assigning work to his employees.
"For the next ten days, we will be inspecting the mountains. Make sure to find any issues with this project, understand?" Yu Minglang spoke firmly.
Those who followed him were his trusted confidants.
