An An didn't want to stay here, but the Chen family's warm hospitality left her without a reason to leave.
She turned slightly, curling her body gently.
Zhuo Anan, don't cry, at least not now. You'll have to go downstairs for dinner soon, so hold it in and don't cry.
Half an hour later, An An, still struggling internally, changed her clothes and went downstairs.
In Dian City, even at 7 p.m., summer evenings are still quite bright.
Dinner was almost ready, and Director Li had arrived five minutes earlier.
Seeing An An, he treated her like a treasure, "An An girl, come sit over here."
An An walked over, and Director Li brewed some kungfu tea, pouring her a cup.
"An An, why are you leaving so soon? Are you still considering interning at the military hospital?"
If she were willing to come, Director Li would certainly welcome her with open arms.
An An shook her head; in the past, she would have certainly wanted to come.
