Fan Yuantang fell silent for two seconds, clapped his hands, then retreated with Ran Ya from the bedroom, making way for Qian Cang Yi.
Qian Cang Yi was not surprised; the reason was simple. He knew that Fan Yuantang had calculated the situation with Liang Ping's mother, so he wasn't worried about Liang Ping running away.
"I trust you, Liang Ping. I hope you won't disappoint me," Fan Yuantang said with a tone full of praise, seemingly very satisfied with the choice Qian Cang Yi had made.
Qian Cang Yi did not answer, step by step he walked towards the outside of the house, each step extraordinarily burdensome, his feet as if filled with lead, merely lifting them took great effort.
In the living room, Fan Yuantang held Ran Ya's hand, the two of them wearing gentle smiles, like a real family, the atmosphere sweet and warm. However, the corpse hanging from the ceiling was like a thrilling poison, killing all the warmth and sweetness.
"I'll wait for you," Ran Ya said firmly.
