"Spiritual iron mine?"
Lin Baizhong stroked his chin and laughed softly.
"That's quite a good thing. Go and investigate immediately. If you find anything amiss, be sure to let me know."
"Yes, Commander." Qi Dao responded.
He turned around and instructed someone to investigate the matter of the spiritual iron mine in World City.
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"Old Madam Ding sent an invitation asking you and mother to attend a banquet?"
In the inn's room, Lin Caisang held a chicken drumstick and was gnawing on it while looking up at her father, asking.
Since it's someone from the Ding Family, it must be for Ding Rong. Calculating the time, the Ding Family should have come knocking by now.
So much time had passed, and the Ding Family hadn't come; she was beginning to doubt what kind of existence Ding Rong, the legitimate branch's eldest miss, represented in their minds.
"So, Father's intention is to take Ding Rong to visit the Ding Clan first?" She asked.
