After hours of travel, a black business van slowly exited the highway toll gate.
Yuan Feng sat stiffly in his suit in the back seat, his gaze fixed on what lay ahead, seemingly nervous about the imminent arrival at Li Garden.
Xiao Min... could she really be sick?
He stroked his graying hair, asking himself in silence, feeling it strange that Li Zishen had sent two black-clad bodyguards to pick him up.
To Yuan Feng, this hardly seemed like a nephew welcoming an uncle— it was more like an armed escort.
Could it be because of... that matter?
No, Xiao Min couldn't possibly have told Zishen, she absolutely wouldn't say anything.
But why take away my phone?
Afraid I'd make a call? Could it be that Xiao Min... she doesn't even know I'm coming?
As Yuan Feng speculated on Li Zishen's intentions, a black sedan suddenly sped past them on their right and blocked their way.
