The sun sets in the west, and on the unchanging wilderness of the ranch, several tall horses are galloping.
"Mr. Bubaker, how are you feeling these past two days?" Yan Fei shouted to Bubaker next to him, riding on the horse.
"It's a great feeling." Bubaker's face was glowing. "I feel like I'm back in my youth, Yan, you're a magical person, and China indeed is a magical country... cough, cough..."
Shouting against the wind while riding, Bubaker accidentally choked a bit and couldn't help but cough.
But he was in a cheerful mood, thinking about bringing such good news back to his people, he couldn't help but grin.
With Yan Fei's relentless dedication, in just two or three days, Bubaker clearly felt as if some weight was gradually being lifted off his body, becoming more and more relaxed.
