"Ah?" Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment and beamed with joy, "That's great!"

Wang Han glanced down, "Who's name is Yang Huhuan?"

Below, a middle-aged man wearing large earrings frowned and looked at Wang Han, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"The high priest calls you in!"

Others were whispering, not knowing what was going on.

Wang Han walked down, and Zhen Yourong ran over, trying to help Wang Han, but Wang Han dodged him.

Zhen Yourong was stunned for a moment, and then came over to support her. Wang Han reached out and pressed Zhen Yourong's head, "My eyes are healed! No need to support me anymore! Thank you!"

"Ah? How is it okay?" Zhen Yourong muttered, still a little disappointed.

But soon, Zhen Yourong immediately raised her head and looked at Wang Han eagerly, puffing out her chest, "Brother Xiang Feng, can you see me now?"

Zhen Yourong raised her head and looked at Wang Han, trying her best to push her chest up.

Let me ask, which man doesn’t like luxury cars with dazzling headlights?

Wang Han looked away and said, "I saw it. It's just as I guessed."

"Wow! Really?"

"Um."

Zhen Yourong was like a follower, following Wang Han with questions one after another.

A few minutes later Yang Huhuan walked out.

Another village chief was called in.

After that, more than a dozen village chiefs entered one after another.

Everyone's expression after coming out is different.

Ma Fuyin was the last one to go in.

It's been a long time.

Ma Fuyin walked out of it, his brows furrowed and his expression heavy.

Looking around at everyone below, he spoke with a somewhat hoarse voice.
Chapter completed!