"Thank you, leader." Yao Yuzhong bowed deeply, still maintaining a calm demeanor.
"Don't think about playing tricks again, just stay in there obediently, and maybe you'll have a good end." Qi Yun advised.
"Yes, I understand."
At night, the plane landed at Beijing Airport.
Qi Yun asked Brother Quan to send Old Yao back to the Northeast prison, while he himself went to meet Xiao Hanguang.
It was still in the family compound of the Cultural Relics Bureau, Xiao Hanguang opened the door and looked at Qi Yun with surprise, "You kid, what are you here for again?"
"Haha, I'm here to handle some business and thought I'd drop by to see you." Qi Yun grinned and changed into slippers.
Xiao Hanguang pursed his lips and casually sat back on the sofa, "Make your own tea."
Not wanting to bother, Qi Yun took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and sat opposite.
