The master bedroom.
Qiao Xi, with her heart pounding and mind in turmoil, began to pack some personal belongings. Her trip to the Imperial Capital was to be a long one, and she needed to take many things with her.
It took her quite a while to finally calm down.
That mysterious voice message has been intended to throw her off balance. If the other party was really holding Grandpa Cheng captive, they would've said "Cheng Han is in our hands."
They hadn't made many enemies; it was very likely the work of the Imperial Capital's Xiang Family and Lu Family factions.
For now, it seemed Grandpa Cheng was safe. But his phone was definitely lost; she could only wait for him to contact her in some other way, perhaps there would be answers in some corner of the Imperial Capital.
She was so grateful that they had kept the most primitive ways of contact between them.
She exhaled slowly, finally settling her nerves.
Imperial Capital!
Here she comes!
