As Dong Ruyan left, looking back with every step, Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
However, he knew this was only temporary; he now carried another psychological pressure, making it more troublesome to deal with many things in the future.
At this moment, he also stood up, wanting to leave the pavilion, but suddenly noticed something unusual down the mountain.
From here, he could look down and see the place far away from Yanchi Mountain, where another convoy of cars was driving straight over.
Since it was already deep into the night, the convoy was even more striking with its headlights shining in the dark.
"Jiang Feng, look... those people, don't they seem to be heading toward the villa?"
Dong Ruyan, who was initially far away, also saw the convoy and immediately asked Jiang Feng in confusion.
Jiang Feng furrowed his brows tightly and shook his head.
