Bo Jinyu tightened his lips, deleted the message, and went downstairs right away.
He instructed Steward Zhang not to let the servants disturb Ye Anran, then drove off himself.
Even if Ji Kai had betrayed him, they were friends. If there were some things that could be clarified, he would naturally want to explain them.
But…
Ah Jing.
This name had been wedged between them all these years.
He drove through the bustling city streets, all the way to a tranquil path.
Bo Jinyu stopped his car in the cemetery parking lot.
The bodyguards briskly approached and split into two lines.
Bo Jinyu opened the car door and stepped out.
Staring out at the serene night.
The soft glow of the crescent moon cast down its light, yet not brightening the cemetery.
A strangely eerie air loomed amidst the quiet.
The brilliant lights didn't make everything seem brighter, on the contrary, each lamppost exuded a gloomy, unsettling chill.
