Wei Ci shut the hot water bag resting on his stomach tightly. An unceasing flow of energy was transmitted throughout his body. It caused the bone-chilling cold that long plagued him to dissipate.
Coughing softly, he said, "It's such a coincidence. I have a friend, so I will ask for his opinion."
"Oh? Is that friend in Xiangyang district?" Qiguan Rang's eyes lit up. If someone like Wei Ci joined, their workload would reduce significantly.
With a smile, Wei Ci said, "Xiheng and I came to Xiangyang district together."
Considering Zhang Ping's obsession with machineries, he had neglected his duties at the government office. His temperament was rather like the lord's.
Raising his brows, Qiguan Rang looked at Wei Ci deeply for a long while and thought, Brother, you did well!
Zhang Ping's nose become itchy. He couldn't hold it in anymore and sneezed.
"Achoo!"