The door was shut again, and silence resumed in the room, with only the remnants of the tea cup on the floor bearing witness to the events that had just transpired. Jiang Li gazed at the door and let out a deep sigh.
Yin Zhili's path was also a dead end, but fortunately, the Ye Family and September were already safe. Yin Zhili would not go as far as to harm them; to Yin Zhan, it seemed he believed that the only one who could threaten Jih Heng was himself, and others were merely burdens—not worth the extra concern. But what about Jih Heng?
In the words of Yin Zhili, there was still no sign of Yin Zhan, and he had no idea what the situation outside was like. In his heart, Jiang Li could only silently pray, hoping that Jih Heng was safe and sound.
...
Qingzhou and Yanjing were far apart, and while Qingzhou was still engulfed in long stretches of snow, the streets of Yanjing City would almost be empty at night.
