When he was still dozens of meters away, Yang Qi saw a large crowd gathered in front of the office building.
There were about seventeen or eighteen of them. Some wore administrative jackets, some wore polo shirts, and others wore shirts and ties. Like stars revolving around the moon, they surrounded a man in his early fifties who had handsome, refined features and a scholarly air.
The man wore a light gray casual blazer with no tie, the top button of his shirt undone. He held a straw hat in his hand and was turned to the side, saying something to Huang Zhongmu, a gentle smile on his lips.
Wei Zongting.
Song Chunfang's second disciple, the Deputy Director of the Provincial Forestry Bureau.
Yang Qi had only seen him once before, in the Provincial Capital. It was when Song Chunfang had surgery; Fang Rong, Yang Fan, Xia Xiaomin, Wei Zongting, and her other disciples had all come to visit.
