"Hiss, is this about settling scores after the autumn harvest?"
Old Qin stood frozen, the corners of his mouth twitching fiercely several times before he finally shrugged his shoulders and, with a sniff, dashed into the office.
....
Jiang Ye changed into a fresh set of clothes at the family building, and without having breakfast, he drove out from the fire brigade.
The rhythm of life in the small mountain village was definitely slower than in the city center; people were just starting to get up and move around.
Smoke slowly began to rise from the chimneys of every household, and some people had already gone to the fields to work early.
It must be said, opening your eyes to such a scene was truly healing—a feeling like all the worries and pressures of life had vanished.
Lu Jing, wearing a coat, went downstairs with toiletries to wash up.
Although the room had been heated with coal the night before, it seemed he still caught a bit of a cold.
