"How can you eat just a little, you need to eat more," An Ji insisted.
"Alright, I'll eat a bit more, and you should too. After we're done, I'll go pack your luggage..."
As the siblings joked and ate, they used joy to dilute the sadness of parting.
After the meal, An Ruo helped him pack his luggage.
Today she had packed luggage for two men, one was Mo Hua, and the other was An Ji.
To her, both men were very important, and she was unable to stop them from leaving; she could only pray for their safe and prompt return.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa, Tang Yuchen stood on the balcony of the second floor, gazing at a certain place in the distance, with a deep look in his eyes.
Uncle Tao walked up behind him and said respectfully, "Young Master, your luggage is all ready."
"Hmm," the man responded softly. After thinking for a moment, he went into the study and handed Uncle Tao a rectangular box: "I'll leave this in your care."
