Chi Yue, Qiao Dongyang, and Dong Shan were the three who set off from the cabin together.
When they entered the city, it was the early rush hour, the streets bustling with a congestion of vehicles, and the people busy and hurried, their faces expressionless.
Chi Yue and Dong Shan sat together, seemingly heavy-hearted and not engaging in conversation.
In the silent space, Qiao Dongyang's phone suddenly rang.
He was driving and pressed the speaker button, "Hello?"
The familiar voice of Qiao Zhengchong resonated in the car compartment: "I've been notified that I have to go to the detention center immediately, so I can't be present at the court hearing."
The detention center? Chi Yue frowned and looked at Qiao Dongyang.
Without lifting his eyelids, he hummed, "Is there an issue?"
Qiao Zhengchong: "The other party didn't specify, but I suspect it might be related to your uncle."
