"Naturally, my son has been smart since he was a child. You can tell he'll achieve great things," she said, smiling proudly.
"Ah... fortunately, they left." Yang Dahai still felt a lingering fear, patting his chest, saying, "I need to make a call tomorrow to notify them, so they can be prepared early."
After listening to Yang Zhigang's recount, some were indignant, some were still fearful, and others were immensely relieved.
At present, the group had no good solutions; they could only react to whatever came their way, leaving everything to fate.
Naturally, no one came from the village, but the women's director reported the matter up the chain.
Actually, as soon as there was any movement here, Jiang Yan got wind of it, but he didn't use any means to block it; he let the information come through.
In fact, Yang Zhigang discussed with him that rather than hiding and living in fear, it was better to solve the problem openly and honorably.
