Chen Cong and the others personally escorted them to the gates of the residence. In the darkness, he solemnly told Xue Churan and Zuo Tinggang, "Please rest assured, both of you. We'll begin investigating as soon as possible. We won't let you down."
Xue Churan nodded gently, trust shining in her eyes as she said softly, "Of course. You've always been a man of your word, Brother Chen."
Chen Cong stood quietly in the moonlight, his gaze following Xue Churan's retreating figure. She swayed gracefully in the night breeze, no longer a stately peony, but a lily in full bloom, beautiful and delicate.
A flicker of complicated emotion crossed his eyes, and a sense of wistful loss settled between his brows.
Chen Xiaojun looked up in mild surprise. Seeing Chen Cong's slightly pensive expression, he could not help feeling curious.
Chen Cong sighed softly, his voice deep and distant as he said, "Xiaojun, pack some clothes with Xiao Yi. We're going away for a few days tomorrow."
Chen Xiaojun froze at his words, then asked in surprise, "Huh? So suddenly? Where are we going?"
Chen Cong withdrew his gaze, a meaningful smile curving his lips. "Didn't Churan say to let the storm rage harder? Then we'll leave and give those people room to perform."
Understanding flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes, and he nodded. They were backing up Xue Churan's play.
Chen Cong then turned to Long Ma. "Brother Long Ma, sorry for the trouble, but please look after the Chen Clan Villa while we're away."
Long Ma nodded calmly and laughed heartily. "No problem! Leave it to me! I'll take good care of it."
His voice had always inspired trust.
Just then, Xixi ran over from the side. Blinking her large eyes, she asked curiously, "Grandpa Master Cong, where are