A storm is imminent, and the wind fills the tower.

"Got it, boss," Cheng Guodong nodded. "Then we'll head out to set up the defense."

After the bodyguards left, Leng Xuan sat down next to the sofa. Li Mengjie immediately nudged Ling Xuejiu and gave her a look. Ling Xuejiu glanced at her and immediately understood something, then asked, "What was written on that note?"

Leng Xuan smiled faintly. Li Mengjie's gesture hadn't escaped his notice. The clever girl knew she couldn't get anything out of him, so she resorted to asking through Ling Xuejiu. Shaking his head, he said, "It's nothing you need to worry about. I'll take care of it." Since Uncle Liu had instructed to keep it a secret, he certainly wasn't going to tell them. Moreover, even if they knew the truth, it would only add to their worries, which would be counterproductive.