After a simple lunch, Shen Yue called Mu Yuchen to go golfing with him, to which the latter agreed, knowing that they probably had things to discuss. Xi Xiaye did not tag along, so she went to West Park instead.
So many things had happened, and they were all handled by Mu Yuchen. She did not get involved with the storm at all. Now that West Park was empty, she wanted to go back and take a look.
The weather was sunny. When she drove by the back entrance to West Park, she noticed that there was already a new lock in place. The whole mansion looked very still and quiet.
Xi Xiaye never would have thought that she would bump into her father, Xi Mushan, here. From afar, she could see him standing with his hands behind his back underneath a streetlamp. As he gazed up at this mansion before him, his expression seemed a little solemn. With his frail and tall body bathed in the faint sunlight, he seemed somewhat desolate.
