What's the purpose!?
A gust of autumn wind blew into the small courtyard from the mountains, the dust on the stone table rolled like waves, and the roots of the brilliant golden chrysanthemums swayed in the garden.
Duan looked at the performance of the backcounty chief with an odd expression and thought to himself that there indeed were such unfortunate people... Just after taking over Wang Chusheng's mess, he had offended himself.
He shook his head and was just about to speak.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound of hooves came from outside the county government.
Accompanied by a noisy commotion.
"What's going on?" The thieving-looking County Chief Wang was trying to show his authority when he turned around, stunned, not understanding the situation.
"Isn't someone here, why not go out and see?" Zhao Douan teased.
None of your business... County Chief Wang glared at him.
