After the funeral, another two days passed.
In those two days, Tang Hao found Ma Fangfang's mother a well-paying job that was not too difficult.
Grandpa Shunde's spirit in heaven should be at ease.
That morning, Tang Hao sat in the office reading some documents.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
The call was from Shabby Taoist Master.
"Is there anything, Taoist Master?" Tang Hao answered the call.
"Come here fast, Fellow Cultivator Tang!" Shabby Taoist Master sounded worried.
Tang Hao's expression changed when he heard that.
"What's wrong?" Tang Hao asked grimly.
"Sigh! Something terrible has happened!" The Taoist master laughed drily. "Do you know that bunch of evil whelps?"
"Evil whelps?" Tang Hao was baffled.
