Bo Yanching found it difficult to respond, as he was, after all, the junior.
Deng Chan didn't mind, "Let me know when you're heading back tomorrow, I'll go at the same time."
"Alright, I'll have Han Che pick you up."
"Keep your people. I'll drive myself, it's more convenient. By the way, Yuman is at the old house, right?"
"She should be."
"The old man wouldn't lock her up elsewhere. That's where she grew up. If he has any conscience, he wouldn't mistreat her. Besides, the funeral is over. There's no reason to hold her back. We can pick her up tomorrow; it's not too late."
Bo Yanching acknowledged, "Okay."
Deng Chan stepped down two steps, "I'm leaving."
"Take care." Bo Yanching watched her with his eyes.
Deng Chan nodded in response, but didn't go far before she couldn't help turning back. She stared at Bo Mu's black and white photo for a long time, until her eyes grew misty, before looking away.
