Upon entering the retirement home, Group Leader Yang had an epiphany—money is not that important!
In front of the main building of the retirement home, there's an antique-looking pavilion planned by Tang Lingwu's mother previously.
Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu, among a few others, were sitting inside the pavilion, drinking tea.
He and Tang Lingwu had almost no time for an exchange in the last half year, and there was too much to catch up on, not to mention that Core Formation was truly a tough task, and he wanted to rest for a couple of days.
Hence, today, Zheng Fa was just chatting casually with them.
At times they would talk a little, the conversation lacked any clear thread, drifting wherever their thoughts went.
Sometimes they would just sit in silence, which felt surprisingly comfortable.
The weariness and irritation that used to trouble Zheng Fa's heart had also dissipated a lot.
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Old Man Bai, leading Group Leader Yang and one other, also walked into the pavilion.
