Immediately, the Lange Group's vehicle arrived again, and a woman from Suluo in her thirties, wearing a plain black sweater and coat, with a pale face, was helped out of the car.
"Mom!"
The little girl behind Yang Wudi shouted excitedly and ran up to hug her.
The woman nodded tearfully, but Yang Wudi just stood by the roadside, silently watching the scene, lighting another cigarette.
Knowing of his presence, the woman held the little girl as they approached to express their gratitude.
Shaking his head and waving his hand, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, Yang Wudi exhaled a puff of smoke and said just one sentence.
"Alright, the debt of gratitude is settled, I'm leaving."
After speaking, he turned and walked away alone.
His figure was carefree, but Chen Feng vaguely sensed that his aura seemed to have grown slightly stronger.
"Legend has it..."
His eyes flashed, and Chen Feng felt as if he had grasped something.
