After putting her life at risk, Nian Xiaomu suddenly understood Tan Bengbeng's words.
"Let the past be gone. It is more important to treasure the present!"
Nian Xiaomu pressed her lips together and sadly looked at the old yard in front of her.
"Young Master Han, the tramps have disappeared." The assistant reported after looking around the yard.
The whole yard was empty. There was not a single person in it.
There was an unsettling feeling lingering.
Yu Yuehan grabbed onto Nian Xiaomu's hand to ensure that she didn't leave his sight.
He brought her straight to the door of Tan Family's ancestral home.
The front door of the mansion looked exactly the same as the last time.
No one cleaned up. However, the number lock on the door still looked as good as new.
Nian Xiaomu checked it.
She did not remember wrongly, it was a six-digit password.
