Shen Huaiyu nodded emphatically. "I have no problem with any of it."
Jin Huaiyuan smiled, then glanced at Qin Mu standing beside Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang introduced him. "This is my friend, Qin Mu."
Jin Huaiyuan assessed Qin Mu's demeanor. He did not look like a student either, so he simply addressed him as "Mr. Qin," then smiled at Cheng Lang and Shen Huaiyu. "I've had your milk tea. It was really delicious. To be honest, I'm quite interested in the art of Tea Whisking too. Maybe we can exchange ideas sometime."
Cheng Lang smiled. "You can discuss it with Huaiyu. I'm not particularly skilled at Tea Whisking. I'm only responsible for marketing and promotion."
Jin Huaiyuan said, "Fortunately, your marketing was good enough for you to rent our factory. By a fortunate coincidence, you saved my parents' lives."
"That's fate," Mrs. Jin said with a smile. "You're all our family's benefactors."
As they spoke, the thieves' statements had also been taken. The preliminary conclusion was that they were habitual criminals who regularly looted tombs and sold stolen cultural relics. Because Mr. Jin's factory was in a remote, sparsely populated area, the gang had chosen the abandoned factory grounds as a base for hiding their loot. They had not expected Mr. Jin to rent out the factory, nor had they expected Cheng Lang's team, pressed for time, to begin construction and renovations in the dead of winter. Afraid the construction crew would discover the stolen goods, the thieves had no choice but to move them after the workers got off duty. By chance, they ran into Mr. and Mrs. Jin, who had come to deliver the dog. The two groups collided head-on.
"They said they had no intention of killing anyone to silence them. They only wanted to scare Mr.