An hour later, in Chicheng.
Leng Lingxiao was stewing pork trotters in the kitchen when suddenly, Zhao Renjie came hurrying in.
"What's the rush? Is there something wrong?"
"Master, Li Zishen's uncle has had an accident, a car accident near East Ring Road in Jin City. He has already been taken to the hospital, and it's unclear whether he's alive or dead."
"Why would Yuan Feng go to Jin City?" Leng Lingxiao was somewhat surprised, then he took the clay pot off the stove.
"I'm not sure. I didn't see him personally the last time I went to Blue City. I only heard from the neighbors nearby that Yuan Feng is rarely at home and loves to roam around."
Leng Lingxiao arched an eyebrow, "Hmm, I remember this matter, and he's also distantly related to Song Dapeng."
"Song Dapeng's days in prison are hard enough, and his daughter has gone mad. If he learns of this, who knows how he'll react?"
"Serves him right, not a pity if he dies!"
Zhao Renjie nodded, "Yes, Master."
