Although Wei Hua and the others were not on the island, Ye Yuan's little courtyard was anything but quiet.
Sometimes, Old Master Song would bring Xiao Zixuan over.
The grandfather and granddaughter would simply stand quietly to one side, watching Ye Yuan make instruments.
Xiao Zixuan was unlike other children.
If it had been any other child, standing still for so long would have made them start fussing long ago.
But Xiao Zixuan was different. She would quietly stand beside Old Master Song.
She watched intently as Ye Yuan carved exquisite patterns into the wooden boards.
Every now and then, she would softly ask Old Master Song a few questions about things she did not understand.
It was clear that after these past few days, Xiao Zixuan and Old Master Song had developed quite a good relationship as grandfather and granddaughter.
Ye Yuan smiled when he saw this scene.
As long as Xiao Zixuan could communicate with others, it meant she was not truly autistic.
Time passed day by day.
Whether it was Blue Island City, which was being rebuilt, or Pinghai County, which had already entered the fast lane of development, construction continued in an orderly fashion.
One day, while Ye Yuan was still polishing the guzheng he intended to give Song Ran, Li Hui walked in with a frown.
"Xiao Yuan, they've made their move. And just as you predicted, they went straight after the ordinary workers."
Seeing Li Hui's troubled expression, Ye Yuan replied unhurriedly,
"Since we already expected it, why are you still making that face?"
Li Hui rolled his eyes at Ye Yuan. He truly could not stand Ye Yuan's unhurried attitude.
"Do you know that among the thirty-five workers on the island, aside from the few logistics staff, nearly all of them handed me