When Elder Jiang heard the commotion in the living room, Wen Suihan had already left with Jiang Yi.
Jiang Mingda, draped in clothing, stood at the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, watching Wen Suihan's red taillights extinguish as she left the courtyard.
But look at the sky outside, it hadn't fully brightened yet.
Although Jiang Mingda didn't know what had happened again, his intuition told him he was getting closer to the truth of his daughter Jiang Jin's death.
He was both eagerly anticipating and somewhat anxious, his heart restless and unable to settle.
Finally, the old man covered his face with his hands, the congestion in his chest slowly easing out.
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In the airport, Zhu Ying wore a smoky gray herringbone wool coat.
The suitcase she carried wasn't large, inside were only her laptop and a few pieces of temporary spare clothes.
She didn't have time to pack more things to take with her.
Just as Gu Xici said, once she got there, anything she needed could be bought.
