Ship Burned

Yi Qing wanted to laugh when he heard this. Xiao Jinghan's words of courtesy were flawless as well. He really was a child to be taught.

"That's good, that's good." Chu Nanhou was beaming with joy.

"Goodbye." Xiao Jinghan cupped his hands and took his leave.

Little Rain was still raining, and the ground was still wet. The sky and the earth were intertwined together in the clouds, and the newly released willow branches became even more graceful in the rain.

When it rained, it was really like ink and ink, like a poem or a painting. It was the first time he had seen such a pleasant scene.

"We are now leaving the Chen family. If the third party you are talking about doesn't want us to leave, what method will they use?" Yi Qing leaned against Xiao Jinghan's chest as he looked out at the drizzling rain.

"We just have to wait." Xiao Jinghan felt that the other party would definitely make a move.