Long Chengyu had guessed correctly and didn't have to wait long; the next afternoon, she called, insisting on meeting with Long Chengyu!
Following Long Chengyu's instructions, Adong directly told her to meet him at Long Zilin's gravesite in the West Suburb in the evening.
As for Hua Qingyin's request, Long Chengyu naturally found nothing surprising about it.
Hua Qingyin was quite clever; Long Chengyu would not underestimate her intelligence. She probably already suspected that this was his doing, right?
...
At this moment, it was evening; the setting sun was very gentle, and the air was filled with a light breeze, quite cool and devoid of the midday heat.
West Suburb, Long Zilin's gravesite.
A black Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped by the road on the outskirts of the cemetery.
"Young Master, we've arrived,"
As soon as the car came to a halt, Adong, sitting in the passenger seat, quickly reminded him.
