When Xiao Yu spoke these words, his handsome face bore no semblance of a smile, and his eyes clearly reflected bewilderment. His statement cast a palpable tension within the office.
Even the usually boisterous Third Young Master Li, Li Mufan, wore a gloomy expression.
Ultimately, it was Eldest Young Master Li, Li Mutian, who shattered the excessively eerie and oppressive atmosphere in the room.
Li Mutian coughed lightly before speaking with a resolute gaze, "I believe Wuji wouldn't just abandon us like this. He and Linda are simply dealing with old matters in the Zique Continent. Once things there are concluded, I'm confident they will naturally return. Let's not lose heart."
Hearing his older brother's words, Third Young Master Li, Li Mufan, slammed his hand on the desk before him and added, "Exactly, Xiao Yu, don't be so downcast. Let's keep our spirits up; there is still hope. Wuji surely isn't planning to settle in ancient times. I believe he will come back."
