Fortunately, the foreigners who had been blocking the way for a long time didn't see anyone when they knocked on the door, and seeing no lights in the house from downstairs, they had to leave, rather displeased.
After Bai Xiao had finished applying acupuncture on Li Jiao, the dinner party outside had already dispersed.
Hu Biao and his wife had already gone home with their child, leaving only An Zhiyuan and Director Zhang sitting there, watching television and chatting about something.
Seeing Bai Xiao come out, An Zhiyuan also took his leave.
The two returned to their own home, and Bai Xiao sighed, collapsing onto the sofa. Their sofa was one of those spring sofas, not one of those newer style sofas, but rather an old-fashioned, cumbersome one. Yet, such sofas were absolutely sturdy and durable, plus they had good elasticity.