Chen Zheng gently waved his hand, tactfully refusing their enthusiastic proposal.
"My friends and family are in Yun City. That is my homeland, and besides, things have not yet reached the point where I must leave it behind."
"Are you really sure about this?" Li Cangyun and Liu Daoyi asked, their faces fraught with anxiety and their eyes full of concern.
In Magic Capital, there was still a glimmer of hope. But if Chen Zheng went to Foshan alone, it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's den—a path of no return.
"Chen Zheng!" Li Yitong's hand gripped his tightly, her eyes brimming with unease and fear.
Chen Zheng looked at them, his heart filled with gratitude. He gently patted the back of Li Yitong's hand and offered a warm smile.
"I am well aware of your concerns," he said. "But I assure you, the Ye Family is not enough to make me feel fear."
