Meng Chentian, who stood to one side, pondered for a moment and said, "That's right. Looking east from the Ning Family's ancestral graves, First High School is directly due east."
Ning Suifeng snorted. "Then which direction is this Teng Guangyuan's home in?"
Meng Chentian found Teng Guangyuan's phone number and checked its location. "It's also in the area around First High School."
Ning Suifeng tilted his head back in thought and murmured, "Could it really be his family?"
Frowning, he racked his brains but could not make sense of it. "How could it be... the Teng Family?"
"What Teng Family?"
Meng Tianyue asked.
"Nothing."
A flicker of uncertainty and suspicion passed through Ning Suifeng's eyes. Then he took out his phone and made a call. "Suspend tonight's operation. Wait until tomorrow afternoon."
After putting down his phone, he remained unsettled and muttered to himself, "What's going on?"
The Zuo Family home.
After dinner, Zuo Xiaoduo read Zuo Xiaonian's face again as usual, and could not help feeling a wave of relief.
Now, Zuo Xiaonian's facial signs looked much better than before. Although the death qi remained, it had contracted considerably, occupying less than seventy percent of its original extent.
And the purple qi behind the death qi was gradually showing signs of surging forth.
"Judging by her facial signs now, her chances of survival are at least thirty percent."
Even as Zuo Xiaoduo worried, he felt a little more reassured. Her current facial signs were at least far better than when he had first read them, when they had pointed to certain death!
All their efforts during this time had not been wasted. They were working.
Hard work really can change fate. Zuo Xiaoduo fed himself a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, and grew even more spirited.