In the evening, the convoy continued to set off.
After Yang Chen's convoy departed, Left Envoy Yang did not rush to follow but waited patiently.
Fifteen minutes after Yang Chen's convoy set out, another group of people followed the team slowly.
Left Envoy Yang followed unhurriedly at the back, as long as the team ahead didn't notice her.
Left Envoy Yang wasn't afraid of losing the convoy, because she knew that the team ahead definitely knew the destination. As long as she followed them, she would absolutely not lose them!
...
At the front of the convoy, Young Master Zhang and Zhang Qicheng sat in a car.
Their faces were gloomy, brows furrowed, as if troubled by something.
"Do you still remember what your grandfather told you?" Zhang Qicheng slowly asked.
Zhang Shaoting nodded slowly, "Vividly!"
