Fu Shiyan, having heard Duan Jianchuan's concerns, remained calm and collected, "Don't worry."
Duan Jianchuan paused, then asked no further.
Since third brother had said there was no need to worry, then he naturally didn't need to fret.
It was enough for Duan Jianchuan to be at ease and carry out his duties as a bodyguard.
Fu Shiyan watched the clouds outside the window, clutching a cell phone in his hand. In fact, before boarding the plane, he had already made a phone call.
This trip to H City was bound to be interesting.
...
An hour later.
Jiangli and Xia Xin, among others, arrived in advance at the high-speed rail station in H City; it was already six o'clock in the evening.
But in the summer evening, it was still bright.
Xia Xin looked at the pedestrians to the left and right, and suggested, "Ancestor, why don't we take a taxi?"
"No need, someone is coming to pick us up," Jiangli stood by the roadside, very certain.
