No!
There's nothing!
The Milky Dumpling spoke with a soft and tender voice, "Uncle Gu, the bad auntie should be going to find Uncle Liang now, so she’s not here."
Gu Qifeng asked, "...So President Liang won’t die a natural death; someone plotted against him?"
The Milky Dumpling wasn't surprised at all and obediently nodded its small head.
"Yes! People with merit and virtue don't die from calamities! They usually turn misfortune into fortune!"
Gu Qifeng said, "..."
Gu Qifeng quickly took out his phone and called Grandpa Bai.
At the Bai family mansion, Grandpa Bai was originally drinking tea in the small garden at the back. When he received Gu Qifeng's call, he didn't say anything. The person on the other end spoke rapidly, completely devoid of their usual calm and rationality.
Grandpa Bai's expression turned solemn.
"I understand, I'll come over immediately."
As he was leaving, he coincidentally saw his grandson, Bai Mingxu, also heading out.
“Mingxu?"