A Promise

"It was very likely." Huai Yi nodded emphatically, becoming more convinced that the old man Shang Mo was up to no good.

But just then, they saw the entrance to Shang Mo's tent suddenly open. A tall figure emerged, and none of them had expected it to be Zi Gui.

"Zi Gui?" the fat man exclaimed in confusion. "What was she doing in Shang Mo's tent?"

All at once, they felt as though they were being kept in the dark. They instinctively suspected there was some strange connection between Zi Gui and Shang Mo, which immediately put the three of them on alert.

Jiang Cheng also noticed that Zi Gui was carrying a cloth bag.

After stepping out, Zi Gui spotted Jiang Cheng and the others looking her way. They weren't far apart, and their eyes met almost at once. She paused, then immediately walked over to them.

"Mr. Jiang." Once she reached them, Zi Gui steadied her voice and said with a serious expression, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

The fat man and Huai Yi didn't look kindly on her, and she could tell.

"Go ahead, Miss Zi Gui." Jiang Cheng's expression and tone remained unchanged, betraying no hint of suspicion.

"I don't want to talk here. We... we should go somewhere farther away," Zi Gui said. "What we need to discuss is important, and I need your help."

As she spoke, she gestured toward the bag in her hand. Jiang Cheng and the others had seen it before: it belonged to Shang Mo and contained photographs, notes, and other things related to the case involving his grandson.

"Is there something you can't say here?" Jiang Cheng asked with a smile. "And you trust us far too much, Miss Zi Gui. You have something important to