The crowd split to either side, clearly demarcated.
Only when Chen Li emerged did Zhang Yan's heart, which had been hanging all this time, finally settle down.
Earlier, he had nearly been frightened back into his house, breaking out into a cold sweat.
And it was no wonder.
Anyone who steps outside in the dead of night and sees a row of five people whispering quietly in the shadows would be terrified, had it not been for the fact that they too were carrying packs, and seeing him come out, they had stayed put.
He thought they were highway robbers.
In the end, he left his daughter at home and mustered the courage to go up and ask, only then realizing that they were people like him, waiting for Chen, and preparing to migrate, which somewhat eased his mind.
They were all here for Chen.
And all for the same person.
But clearly, the Chen Zhang Yan saw and the Chen that Zhao Lin and the others saw were worlds apart.
