When darkness completely enveloped the skies above Yanjing, West Mountain became as tranquil as ever.
In front of Chen Jianguo's villa, all the Chen Family members, including Chen Jianguo himself, bade farewell to Chen Fan and his family as they left.
Under the night sky, whether they were from the third or the fourth generation, none displayed the mocking gazes in front of Mr. and Mrs. Chen Zhan like in the past, nor did they regard Chen Fan with the same awe as when he entered at noon. Instead, they looked at Chen Fan and his family with the eyes one reserves for loved ones.
"L...Little Fan, what's the rush to leave? I haven't had my fill of drinking yet!"
At the front of the crowd, Chen Jianguo, his face flushed red, was holding onto Chen Fan's hand, swaying back and forth as he spoke, his tongue slightly slurred.
"Great Uncle, I'm afraid if you continue drinking, you won't hold up."
