"Can’t you be a bit more mature? What’s the use of getting agitated now?" Cui Wenzhe held his arm firmly, his voice grave, "Xuanhang, don’t forget why we came back. We’re here to solve this matter. His invitation can only be of benefit to us, there’s no downside!"
Yao Xuanhang’s face was filled with anger, but upon hearing this, he gradually calmed down.
Cui Wenzhe looked towards Jiangli, thinking of what Jiangli had made him promise earlier, and he knew what Jiangli was planning.
It was nothing more than luring the snake out of its hole.
Cui Wenzhe said, "Abbot, I’ve already agreed, now all the arrangements are in your hands."
Jiangli’s gaze slid over Yao Xuanhang’s face.
Nobody noticed that right after Cui Wenzhe agreed to Tao Yicheng’s request, the originally somewhat normal-looking face of Yao Xuanhang was suddenly covered with a black aura of death.
At such a sight, it was self-evident who wanted to harm Yao Xuanhang.
Jiangli, "Rest assured, since I’ve promised, nothing will go wrong. Let’s go, we should find a place to stay first."
Cui Wenzhe said, "Then you all should head to Xuanhang’s place first."
Jiangli didn’t mind, willing to follow their arrangements.
Cui Wenzhe pulled the still-fuming Yao Xuanhang away from the airport, they hailed two cars. Cui Wenzhe went home, while the others headed directly to Yao Xuanhang’s home.
Tao Yicheng hung up the phone with his cousin Cui Wenzhe and dialed a mysterious number.
The smiling expression on his face had disappeared, in his small bean-like eyes there was a hint of grimness, "Yao Xuanhang is back. Don’t forget what you promised me; I don’t want to see him alive!"
The person on the other end had an old and heavy voice, "Mr. Tao, you can rest assured, this time it will definitely be successful."
Tao Yicheng snorted coldly, "You said the same thing last time, but what happened? He still escaped, didn’t he?"
The other party was not offended, "That’s because Yao Xuanhang has good fortune. I’ve said before, he’s not someone who dies easily. We have to weaken and then further weaken his luck before we can take action. Mr. Tao, you can rest assured, his luck has already been almost depleted by now. With me personally handling this, there won’t be any accidents."
"Good," Tao Yicheng’s face relaxed, but his eyes contained a bone-chilling coldness, "Tomorrow morning, I want to hear news of Yao Xuanhang’s death!"
On the way to Yao Xuanhang’s house, Jiangli carefully read the message sent by Fu Shiyan before replying by hand.
Xia Xin sat beside Jiangli, shocked to see their ancestor replying to messages on her own, and her eyes widened, "Ancestor, when did you learn to type?"
"Lin Yurong taught me." Jiangli was responding and speaking simultaneously, "She’s better than you, a great teacher. With handwriting, she solved my problem in an instant."
Xia Xin was stunned and slapped his forehead in realization.
He had only been thinking about how difficult it would be to teach the ancestor to type and that they should take it slow. Since he was always by the ancestor’s side, whether he taught her or not didn’t really matter.
But he had completely forgotten about handwriting input or voice input.
Xia Xin touched his nose awkwardly, not daring to speak.
After responding to the message, Jiangli didn’t say much, just telling Fu Shiyan to wait for her return.
Putting down the phone, Jiangli turned to Lin Yurong beside her, "Do you remember a hotel called Changxing?"
Lin Yurong froze, confusion first clouding her eyes then followed by a touch of pain. She clutched her head, a pained expression on her face, "I... I don’t remember, but... but I feel like I should remember..."
Seeing this, Jiangli concluded somberly, "Looks like there’s definitely something wrong with this hotel."
The Changxing Hotel was the place mentioned in the message from Fu Shiyan.
It was the hotel where Lin Yurong’s body was found.
From Lin Yurong’s reaction to the hotel, it was clear that the hotel had a ’deep connection’ with her.