"Old man, you'd better wait for me. Don't you dare die on me. I must give you a good beating, you old bastard."
Thinking about how the old man didn't even leave an address, Ning Fan felt a surge of anger.
Noticing the worry in Xu Ruolan's eyes, Ning Fan wrapped his arms around her slender waist and said tenderly, "Honey, let's go back!"
"Okay!"
Xu Ruolan nodded, without thinking much, assuming Ning Fan was just overly upset and lost his composure.
On the way back, noticing the book in Ning Fan's hand, Xu Ruolan curiously asked, "Hubby, what's this book?"
"The old man liked to read it, so I took it back as a memento."
Ning Fan told a benevolent lie; the ancient painting had already been burned to ashes. He only hoped to find some clue from the notes left by the old man.
Upon returning to the Zhonghai villa, seeing Ning Fan seemingly coming out of his sadness, Xu Ruolan could finally leave with peace of mind.
