Moments later, Yihshyong felt it was time for him to return home. It was so cold, Yihshyong had to hurry inside. Like Shannchyuan, he wasn't young anymore. The night air that felt so cold piercing, was no longer a friend whom he could always miss.. Those days were long gone for people their age.

"Why did Shyongge lock the door?" Iren looked at Yihshyong with a look of surprise when Yihshyong was already in their living room.

"Oh, sorry!" Yihshyong patted his forehead. He realized he had just locked the door to their living room. "I just locked the door out of reflex. I forgot that there are still people who have to leave this place soon."

"Not only that." Iren sighed. "Chioujen hasn't come back either."

"Eh?" Yihshyong was stunned. "He hasn't come back yet?"

Iren shook his head. "I don't know why he's been out there so long. Maybe he's drunk the juice at the juice stall."

"Can drinking juice really make people drunk?" Jinqkang replied to Iren's words. The young man looked surprised to hear the words that came out of Iren's mouth.

"It doesn't matter what he drinks." Iren laughed. "Drinking anything can make Chioujen drunk!"

"Enough of our joking." Jenqyih looked at Iren with a very serious look. "We'd better give Shyongge a chance to sit down now. You can see that Shyongge looks tired."

Yihshyong laughed at Jenqyih's joke.

"I'm talking seriously, but Shyongge just laughs," said Jenqyih.

Ah! He is really serious this time!

"Sorry!" Yihshyong then sat down on the couch.

"How did your conversation go?" Iren opened his mouth again when Yihshyong was sitting comfortably on the living room couch. "What's Mr. Shiuander's comment?"

"He is willing to help us." Yihshyong smiled.

"This is fantastic news." Jenqyih clapped his hands. He smiled so widely.

Iren nodded excitedly. "I'm glad that Mr. Shiuander will take us to the distributor of the bag. We can rest easy because we have one less problem."

"When are we going there" Jenqyih looked at Yihshyong. "Tomorrow morning, right?"

Yihshyong nodded. "Right! We're leaving at six in the morning."

"So now, can I go home, Uncle?" Tsaehorng asked.

"Of course," Yihshyong said. "Sorry if I was out too long!"

"I'm relieved to hear that too." Jongli Jyhren joined in. "I'll say goodbye too. I still have some things to do."

"Eh? You're not going home soon to rest?" asked Jenqyih.

"Of course I'll go home. But first there are things I have to finish."

"Alright, now let's help Mr. Jongli so he can get into this cardboard box. Then we will put this thing into Tsaehorng's car," said Iren.

"But before leaving this place, I have something to say. I don't know if this has anything to do with Mr. Beeihae's kidnapping case or not, but I have to say it anyway."

Jongli Jyhren blurted such a thing. Yihshyong tried not to show any expression. But he found it so strange.

Just before leaving here, he said something important. This clearly doesn't make sense. Is there a specific purpose behind this kind of action?

"Please, Mr. Jongli," said Yihshyong. "We'd better talk while sitting down."