Late at night, in the backyard of Shengxiang Restaurant.
Duan Yunfei lay on a Noble Consort chair, lazily asking, "Old Tang, has there been any news from Qian San lately?"
"Yes," Old Tang said. "I kept it, I'll get it for you!"
When Old Tang returned again, he was carrying a small roll of letter paper.
Xuan Ming hurried forward to take it, unfolded the note, and handed it to Duan Yunfei.
"What does it say this time?" Xuan Ying leaned in to ask.
After reading the note, Duan Yunfei remained silent for a long time, his eyes dimmed even with the candlelight, still unable to shine.
The few people in the room exchanged glances, and finally, it was Le Zhao who stood up to take the note from his hand and read it. After finishing the contents, he couldn't help but look at Duan Yunfei and sigh softly.
