Time flew by quickly, and before anyone knew it, two weeks had passed.
The Western research initiative co-organized by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Procuratorate has come to an end.
The event was held successfully.
The village chief of West Asia Village excitedly shook Bao Nan's hand, expressing his welcome for their next visit!
Meanwhile, Jiang Tong was back at their place gathering her luggage, now holding an armful of local specialties given by the villagers.
Only half of these things fit in the suitcase, which was now bulging awkwardly.
Jiang Tong propped her chin, sighing helplessly.
She had underestimated the villagers' enthusiasm!
If she had known, she would have brought a bigger suitcase.
"What's wrong?"
Bao Nan's voice came from behind her. Leaning against the doorframe, holding a suit jacket on his arm, he must have just returned from the village committee office.
Jiang Tong pouted, complaining, "There's too much stuff, it can't fit."
