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nJin Sect.

nQi Feng stood behind Feng Heng, too afraid to even breathe.

nEver since Lang Yin came to return the ring, he has sensed coldness all around the sect leader.

nGod knows how long had passed, Feng Heng finally spoke out, “I have underestimated him. He only experienced a tiny bit of disadvantage in the morning, and by night, he had made a move.

n“Qi Feng.”

nQi Feng made a fist with one hand and cupped it with the other, “Yes, sir.”

n“Send a message around the capital city. Let Lu Yunqing use all his resources from inside the city to help out young master Jun.”

nQi Feng silently exclaimed over his Sect Leader’s dark intentions.

nIn the end, he could only exhale deeply. Ms. Qiao has always been a knot that could not be untied.

n“Yes.”

nThe next day, after breakfast, Qiao Qing went to school as per usual. Jun Yexuan and Mu Jinghang discussed business inside their room.

nIn the afternoon, a shadow suddenly stumbled in from outside the window.

nChi Yang walked toward Jun Yexuan and ordered, “Young master, the web has been set. It is time for you to return to the capital city.”

nJun Yexuan’s eyelids twitched. The gaze he directed towards the silhouette was forceful, “What happened?”

n“Yeah exactly.” Mu Jinghang said, “I thought even the fastest scenario would take another three days, how is it so much earlier?”

nChi Yang began to sweat profusely from Jun Yexuan’s demeanor, “Last night, the Jin Sect gathered all the reputable forces in the capital city to help out.”

nMu Jinghang was a little stunned, “Third bro, why would Feng Heng help you? I thought everything between you two have been resolved?”

nJun Yexuan didn’t respond. However, his face turned even colder.

n“Then, third bro, are we leaving or not?” Mu Jinghang asked carefully.

n“We are going.” Jun Yexuan then ordered Chi Yang, “Go prepare. We will leave tonight.”

nChi Yang replied, “Yes, sir.”

nMu Jinghang watched over Jun Yexuan’s expression and asked tentatively, “Third bro, once we leave, are we never coming back to the City of Brisk?”

nJun Yexuan remembered his unspoken words from last night and closed his eyes.

nMu Jinghang’s heart felt cold. He wanted to ask, ‘Didn’t you promise you were going to be this family’s son-in-law? You are really willing to part with Qiao Qing?’

nOpening his mouth, he couldn’t utter out half a word. With much thoughts, he got up, “I will go bid farewell to auntie.”

n“Wait a minute.” Jun Yexuan stopped him.

nMu Jinghang turned his head to look at Jun Yexuan.

nJun Yexuan then said, “Go find a skillful photographer.”

nMu Jinghang blinked his eyes and muffled a smile, “Third bro, what do you want?”

nJun Yexuan saw the taunting way his eyes looked and he shot him a piercing look, “You want to die?”

nMu Jinghang quickly found his way to the door. As if he didn’t fear death, he added, “I know you want me to find a skilled photographer. One that can capture just how handsome, how dashing, and how in style you are. One that can turn Qiao Qing into a foolish lover. Am I right?”

nWhat he received in response was a pillow thrown at him and a “screw off”.

nAfter school, Qiao Qing returned home and found Jun Yexuan was looking at her strangely.

nTo put it more accurately, his gaze never left her.

nAfter she finished her meal and entered her study, Jun Yexuan followed inside.

nQiao Qing stopped in her track and turned her head to ask, “Do you need something?”

nJun Yexuan stared at her from a close distance for a long time before he spoke again, “I am about to leave.”

nQiao Qing paused a little, then nodded. “Oh, goodbye. Right, don’t forget to take your buddy with you.”

nJun Ye Xuan was speechless.

nHe debated internally for a long time. This personal seemed unexpectedly indifferent.

nJun Yexuan felt himself feeling unhappy, “You heartless little girl, you are not going to miss me at all?”

nQiao Qing had a confused look on her face. “You want to hear the truth?”

nJun Yexuan, “…”

nDespite the fact that he was half dead from anger, Jun Yexuan still extended the hand that was behind him. He then shoved a stack of photos into her hand.

n“While I’m gone, look at my photos often. If I find you have forgotten all about me when I return…”

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