Qin Yize quietly curled the corners of his mouth.
Gu Qiaoqiao slightly closed her eyes and began communicating with the Old Locust Tree.
One minute later, Gu Qiaoqiao slowly opened her eyes; indeed, the Old Locust Tree had seen everything.
At the moment dusk arrived, a large mass of black mist suddenly appeared beside Dongdong, then engulfed him, and afterward, the black mist disappeared at the gate.
However, the black mist sneaked into a red small car parked outside the villa area.
Then the red car quickly drove away, vanishing amidst the vast stream of traffic.
As for the license plate number, surprisingly, the Old Locust Tree remembered it, after all, it had lived here for more than 180 years, not speaking of great changes in the world, but it had witnessed the vicissitudes of society.
Everything here, after it gained sentience, was seen by it, from the humble beginnings of small houses slowly leading to a bustling landscape, to today's ever-changing life.
