In the evening, Yin Mo returned to the mansion alone.
She walked into the guest room; after being away for a few days, it felt vaguely empty and unfamiliar.
Yin Mo sat by the bed and turned on her phone screen, feeling an indescribable melancholic regret.
She sent a WeChat message to He Chen, but after a few hours, he still hadn't replied.
Perhaps... he's still busy.
Yin Mo didn't have much time to dwell on matters of the heart; she quietly packed her luggage and immediately left the guest room to find Li Qiao.
...
Meanwhile, a private flight from Parma arrived at Naypyidaw Airport in the capital of Myanmar.
Shang Zonghai, dressed in a silver-gray Tang suit, was gently rubbing the Buddha beads in his hand as he descended the gangway unhurriedly.
Less than a week remained until the grand wedding celebration of Prince Wu Lv's daughter in Myanmar, but Naypyidaw City was already heavily guarded, with military and police patrol cars spotted everywhere to safeguard the event.
