The few people didn't understand Mr. Wang's worries at the moment, and they all ate with relish. They had exercised in the afternoon, and now their stomachs were flat, so they could eat more.
"Grandpa Wang, come and eat! It smells so good! The food mom cooks is super delicious." Liu Tiao was very surprised to see that Wang Xiongtian didn't eat.
"Oh, good, good..." Wang Xiongtian nodded and added another bowl of rice. It was indeed delicious. Comrade Zhenzhu was a master of life. That oil jar was covered in such a thick layer of lard!
After dinner, it was time to wash up and go to bed. Cheng Zhenzhu arranged two large beds and two rooms for the four of them. After chatting for a while, they returned to their rooms to sleep.
Mr. Wang and Qian Dawei shared a room and a bed. They faced each other. Qian Dawei sighed, wanting to say his condolences, but ultimately kept silent.
Perhaps he shouldn't have handed those clues to Comrade Weimin at the time, and perhaps those things wouldn't have happened later...
Old Master Wang looked at Qian Dawei, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and said, "Comrade Dawei, if you have anything to say, just say it. After this serious illness, I have become more open-minded."
"Grandpa, I handed some things to Comrade Weimin at that time..." Qian Dawei didn't want to hide anything from the old man.
Wang Xiongtian's eyes darkened after hearing this. He then said, "Those things are probably gone... Weimin told us there's someone from the other side of the organization. Every time he finds some clues and makes some arrangements, the other side seems to be on guard. One time is a mistake, but if it happens several times in a row, something's definitely wrong."
Qian Dawei sat up straight and asked, "Did Comrade Weimin find out who it was?"
"No." Wang Xiongtian shook his head. "I think he went there because Weimin was investigating this. He didn't die at the hands of Ming Mu Cang Ming Dao, he died in a conspiracy..."
Hearing this, Qian Dawei was filled with disgust. When did the organization become filled with so many traitors? Now that Jiamu, Weimin, and the others are gone, I'm afraid those people are feeling quite proud.
"Alas, it's such a pity for Comrade Jiamu and his wife." Old Master Wang, who had lost his son, could empathize with them, but it seemed pointless to dwell on the past. "I just hope my little boy Xiaonian grows up healthy."
"Well, I just hope the kids are doing well." Qian Dawei nodded. There are some things he can't do anything about...
"Ah~" At this time, in another room, Kujo, who had slept for a few hours, began to turn over happily again.
Cheng Zhenzhu saw that the little guy suddenly woke up, not crying or making a fuss, but just curled up at her feet and rolled around a few times, and couldn't help but move.
This little guy loves rolling over now. He rolls over when he wakes up, he rolls over when he bites his fist, he rolls over when he washes his face or puts on perfume, he rolls over after a bath, he rolls over when he sees his bottle, and he rolls over even more when he plays by himself. It's like he's addicted to it...
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