The next day, after Zhang Yuxing left for work, Liu Zhizhong also left Yangzhou.
He slung a bag over his shoulder, looking like an ordinary tourist; the president born and raised in Yangzhou didn't have that much sentimental attachment about leaving.
His heart was bright, clean, and relaxed.
Hardly anyone knew he was alive, knew he'd come back, or knew he was about to set off again.
Setting off—not a campaign, not drifting about, but life, and the enjoyment of life.
No desolation, only hope!
He'd agreed with Zhang Yuxing that once she was ready, she'd go straight for the surrogacy procedure; it wasn't that complicated.
She was still going to be a mother.
She was still going to be secretary.
In life, there are always those perfect moments…
At Yangzhou Airport, Liu Zhizhong still flew economy class, direct to Dian City, the Provincial City of Yunxi Province.
He was going back to Valle, but there was one last big thing he absolutely had to do.
