Time flowed like water, and before they knew it, the day of Ye Fan's duel with Yang Qing had arrived.
In the evening, the Rolls-Royce Phantom, well-known in the Dong hai Underground World, escorted by two Audi Q7s, exited the Shanghai-Hangzhou Highway and headed towards the West Lake Club.
In the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Situ Ruoshui and Situ Chen sat in the back seat, heads tilted back, watching the fleeting scenery outside the window, while memories of Ye Fan rescuing her from the hands of Qiao Bazhi and others surfaced in her mind.
Everything seemed like it had happened just yesterday, so clear and vivid.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Situ Ruoshui staring blankly out the window, Situ Chen reached out and gently stroked her head, asking.
"Dad, has Brother Ye Fan arrived yet?" Situ Ruoshui did not reveal her thoughts to Situ Chen but changed the subject instead.
"He should be arriving soon,"
