In May in Nanjing, the temperature had rocketed, and even at ten-thirty at night, one can feel the lingering heat in the evening breeze.
At 10:30pm, a crescent moon hung in the sky, lighting up every corner of the NJ Military Region compound with a soft glow that added a touch of tranquility to its overall solemn and serious atmosphere.
In the inner courtyard of the Military Residential Complex, all the second-generation members of the Li family, along with Li Sen, the third-generation's leader, were all present in the Generals' Building owned by Mr. and Mrs. Li Jun.
The atmosphere in the hall seemed a bit tense and unsettling. No one spoke first, everyone's eyes were fixed on Mr. and Mrs. Li Jun.
"Jun, Xiaoling, why don't you go and talk to the Old Master?" The first to speak was Heng Meilan, Li Sen's mother, the lady who held a deputy director position in the Jiangsu Provincial Committee Office.
