"Alright, that's a wrap. Happy Spring Festival, everyone! May you all be reunited with your families in happiness!" Song He said.
After a round of mutual New Year greetings, the video conference ended.
Song He immediately called Zhuang Qiyan. "What's going on with Leng Xiangwen? What does 'big shot' mean? And what does 'going dark' mean?"
"It's too complicated. I have something going on here—my second granduncle is being resuscitated," Zhuang Qiyan said.
Song He froze for a moment, then realized that the white corridor in her background was a hospital.
"On the second day of the New Year, I'm going to the Central Asian Five Nations to discuss business. I'll happen to be passing through your area, so let's meet and talk. I'll tell you everything I know," Zhuang Qiyan said. "And don't contact Leng Xiangwen, either. Keep your distance. You're really not on the same side anymore. Getting too close to him will bring trouble down on you."
"Alright, I'll remember that. See you the day after tomorrow."
The video call ended, and Song He frowned.
His impression of Leng Xiangwen was that he had some unpleasant quirks, but fundamentally, he was still a good and outstanding person.
How had his reputation reached this point after only a few years apart? Had he even become dangerous?
That afternoon, Song He went to the airport to pick up his parents.
Their condition filled him with relief. The old couple's skin had been tanned nearly black by the sun, but they were bursting with energy. It was probably the result of spending so much time vacationing and sunbathing in the Maldives. Their clothes had the casual air of old money, and they were visibly enjoying the good life.
But when it was time to watch the Spring Festival Gala