"I heard you’ve been helping to move the bodies!" Lin Lie gently patted Yan Kongyue's head.
Well, external injuries aren't my strong suit; I can only do what I can!
You must be tired! Lin Lie looked at his understanding younger siblings, feeling a pang of sympathy.
I’m okay, just a bit hungry!
The bodyguard has gone to buy you some late-night snacks. I had the driver bring the RV over; you can rest in there for a bit!
Big Brother, are you coming with us?
I’ll join you later; the supplies will be here soon!
Only then did the three notice that their usually self-demanding older brother had one button of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up, clearly waiting to help with the supplies.
We’ll go with you! Yan Kongyue looked at Lin Lie obediently.
You all go rest; the family’s driver and bodyguards are here. They can help unload the cargo. At this hour, the workers won’t be around; everyone who could be mobilized has already been sent to the hospital.
In the early hours, the last worker was rescued by firefighters. By the time Lin Lie and his siblings returned home, dawn had already broken.
Meanwhile, at home, the direct descendants, Tong and Yang, dragged their exhausted bodies back to the Seventh Bureau dormitory.
Damn it, where did Lao Gui run off to? There’s not a trace of her! Tong hadn’t traveled this much in a long time; as soon as he got back to the dormitory, he collapsed onto the sofa.
Tong Shixiong, do you think someone might have taken her out? Yang hesitated to voice his concern.
That shouldn’t be possible. I’ve raised Lao Gui for over ten years; her fate isn’t something just anyone can decide. What he didn’t know was that the Lao Gui he raised never even had a chance to act before being taken away.
But then again, both Shixiong Song and Shixiong Xie were injured. The ghost that hurt them—wasn’t it dealt with?
Don’t mention those two useless fools; they’ve embarrassed the family.
But that case was indeed closed, right? Moreover, the case files were sealed!
Tong thought for a moment and looked at Yang. Are you suggesting there are people in the capital who are even more formidable than Song and them?
Well, isn’t there something about Qing Xu Guan? I heard it has a strong following, and that Daoist there has been practicing for decades.
How about we go take a look? Tong actually suspected that his Lao Gui had been taken out by someone too, but he didn’t have the face to say it.
Upon hearing this, Yang leaned back against the sofa. No way! I’ve run around with you all night; I’m dead tired. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.
Tong's mouth twitched slightly. He and Yang were not from the same master, and since they had just arrived in the capital, he didn't want to make their relationship too tense. Besides, Yang had indeed spent the whole night with him.
"Alright then, I'll catch up on some sleep first, and afterward, Tong Shixiong will treat you to a meal!"
"Sounds good!" Yang perked up again.
"Quickly wash up and get some rest. We still need to visit Song at the hospital this afternoon!"
Song was also stubborn; despite his eyes being in such a state, he still insisted on dragging them into work. How long could he keep that up?
Tong didn't want to listen to Yang's nagging, so he got up to wash up.
Yan Kongyue had slept for an entire day. Around noon, Shen Yun, worried she might be hungry, had someone bring food and leave it at her door. However, when she checked in the afternoon, the food cart was still sitting there.
This nocturnal lifestyle was not sustainable; she was still growing! Lin Ruyu hadn't seen Yan Kongyue for two days and was quite concerned.
Sigh, it seemed that she would have to put in more effort for her sake. Shen Yun, afraid of waking Yan Kongyue, pulled Lin Ruyu into the elevator.
Her schedule actually matched Lao Wu's! Lin Ruyu shook her head helplessly.
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