Dean Yuan's arrest was a sudden event, catching even Dean Mans off guard.
If it weren't for Ye Wanlan's timely help this time, Dean Yuan's life would have been taken.
For Yeh Xingli, as long as Dean Yuan is alive, regardless of where he is, he can feel at ease.
"Having the Yunjing Research Institute pick him up is because it offers the best confidentiality," Ye Wanlan smiled slightly. "I think, Old Yuan wants to retire to Shenzhou; when he does, he should go to Fengyuan. Xingli told me that Old Yuan also loves Zither, Go, Calligraphy, and Painting, but has never had the opportunity. Fengyuan would be a wonderful place for him."
Christine was momentarily stunned: "If that's possible, indeed, it would be excellent."
The plane was still flying smoothly and had already left the airspace of the Global Center.
Only then did Ye Wanlan have a moment to sit down and eat something to replenish her energy.
