Jiangli did not see Fu Shiyan off; he went straight back to the side hall.
Xia Xin thought that since Fu Shiyan had spent over two million yuan at their place, he should at least see him off.
He simply said Jiangli was tired, so he didn't come over.
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly, his expression indifferent, "Please tell the Abbot to rest well, we're all friends here, no need for such formality; we will leave first."
Xia Xin smiled and made a gesture of farewell, "Safe travels."
Fu Shiyan turned and got into the car.
The two vehicles swiftly left one after the other, departing from the front gate of Jiaoyang Temple.
Xia Xin breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and went back to Jiaoyang Temple to the side hall. As soon as he reached the entrance of the side hall, he saw Jiangli sitting alone by the window, lost in thought.
He was truly lost in thought.