Su Xiyang was distracted the entire way. It was clear that the earlier indifference from Old Master Su and the other family elders had taken a significant toll on her. Along the way, she nearly collided with several pedestrians.
"For heaven's sake, please be careful. I'm still young and have no desire to be buried along with you," Shen Fanyun said, rubbing his forehead as he helplessly reminded her.
Su Xiyang apologized profusely. "Sorry, sorry. I... I'm a little flustered. I'll be careful!"
Shen Fanyun simply shook his head and didn't say anything more.
About ten minutes later, Zhan Feng sent a set of photos. Judging by the exterior, they were taken at a warehouse in a remote suburb of Hangcheng City. The scene inside, however, piqued Shen Fanyun's interest. Su Ziye was casually chatting with three to five stout, pot-bellied men. Although they were still photos, her relaxed demeanor was nothing like that of a kidnap victim. In fact, she looked quite cheerful.
