Wang Yao didn't go home. Pan Jun asked someone to cover his shift. He booked a restaurant and notified all the friends.

The same friends came to the restaurant. They all arrived early.

"Hi, Yao, I heard from Mingbao that you two took a trip to Qinzhou?" asked Wei Hai.

"Yes," said Wang Yao, smiling.

He briefly told his friends about the situation of the village he and Wang Mingbao visited.

"Shall we make a donation?" Wei Hai immediately thought about donation. In fact, he had made a donation to charity organizations such as Red Cross every year since he had that weird illness. He did it for his peace of mind.

"Yes, I think it is a good idea," said Wang Yao.

"Hmmm, I will make a contribution," said Wei Hai. His business had grown really big, and he no longer put money ahead of everything else due to his illness.

"I'll make a contribution, too," said Wang Mingbao.

Everyone at the dinner table agreed to make a donation.

It didn't matter how much they were all going to contribute,