At this moment in Dragon Patrol Island, at Qian Muyang's home, Qian Muyang and Qian Wenxing are leisurely drinking tea, chatting as they sip.
Qian Wenxing's injuries are no longer a major concern, after a dozen days of rest, he has returned to his pre-injury condition.
Qian Muyang glanced at the time; it was about right, Yang Fan should have reached Singapore's largest shopping mall by now.
He immediately pulled out his phone and dialed Yang Fan's number, but to Qian Muyang's surprise, the boy had turned off his phone.
He checked the number; it was correct, yet he called again, still finding the phone switched off.
With a helpless hang-up, he looked at Qian Wenxing: "What is this kid trying to do? He's actually turned off his phone. Does he want to go all out?"
Qian Wenxing furrowed his brow, shadows deepening between his eyes: "This kid doesn't want to be led by the nose by you."
"Isn't he afraid I might make a move on Yuan Shanshan?"
