Walking up, Chen Ke patted him on the shoulder, "Be careful with everything."
Leng Zirui stood upright with a solemn face, snapping to attention, and saluted him, "I guarantee to complete the mission."
Chen Ke slightly furrowed his brow and returned the salute.
Moments later, he finally withdrew his hand.
"Depart!"
"Yes!" Leng Zirui turned and rushed onto the plane.
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The next day.
The sky over Beijing was gloomy, and in the early morning, a drizzling rain began to fall.
Despite the bad weather, many vehicles still arrived outside Changqing Cemetery, led by a black hearse.
Soon, the hearse parked in the cemetery lot. A staff member stepped out holding Xu Fei's ashes.
After Leng Lin's efforts and various negotiations, she could finally be laid to rest.
Ah Jiu opened the car door, and Leng Zimo was the first to step out, then assisted his father Leng Lin and Luo Xiaoqian out of the car one after the other.
