Yun Yue came downstairs holding a piece of paper, and everyone turned to look at her.
Jiang Wenshan took a sip of hot tea, paused as it hit his taste buds, and then carefully examined the tea leaves in his cup. Could there really be such good tea?
Without changing his expression, he lowered his eyelids and couldn't help but take a few more sips.
An A4 paper was handed over to him. Putting down his teacup, Jiang Wenshan took it and squinted at it through his aged eyes, mostly names of relatives and friends, "Just these?"
That was hardly many people; it wasn't quite what he had expected.
Yun Yue lifted an eyebrow lazily and uttered a nonchalant hmm. If she were to add the names of everyone she knew, the whole of Beijing would be thrown into chaos.
The girl spoke with indifference, "Let's just start with these for now."
Jiang Wenshan passed the paper to his assistant, "Add these names when you get back."
