Tong Guan had been rescued that morning, but by the time he returned to the Seventh Branch, it was already dusk.
Yu Guo, Hong Fu, Jin Xi, Xiao Qian Duyue, Xie Zheng, and the others had long been waiting for him at the entrance.
When the vehicle slowly approached from the other side of the bridge, everyone rushed forward impatiently and forced it to stop.
Around a dozen people surrounded the pickup in two tight rings, making Chang Nian angrily lay on the horn.
Tong Guan gently patted the back of her hand, then stepped out first and looked at those once-familiar faces.
No matter how much of their welcome was insincere and how much was genuine, it still warmed his heart.
Several people began chattering over one another, quickly throwing the situation into disorder.
Chang Nian got out, glared fiercely at them, and slammed the door shut with a bang. Only then did everyone quiet down.
Tong Guan smiled as his gaze passed over their faces one by one. Half a month of soul exile had left him with the feeling that a lifetime had passed.
"Everyone, let's not stand out here in the cold. We can talk as we walk."
The Seventh Branch had been a Three-Star Hotel for quite some time now, with roughly thirty people in total.
At this moment, more than half of them were following Tong Guan and Chang Nian.
Quite a few of them coveted the sense of security Tong Guan provided and hoped to gain his protection.
They had no real feelings for Tong Guan, but they were still sincerely delighted by his return.
It could be said that during the half month Tong Guan had been gone, everyone had lived with extreme caution, terrified of offending Ji Li and the others.