At six o'clock in the evening, the helicopter landed on the helipad of the Song Family's mansion.
It happened to be the cold snap that sometimes reverses in the north, and Beijing was still bitterly cold in February.
In the midst of the fierce cold wind, the two quickly made their way to the main house.
Yet, Inside the hall stood only the old butler, "Fifth Master."
Fu Yan asked, "Where is Old Mrs. Song?"
The old man glanced at Sheng Congzhi, sized him up briefly, then replied, "Old Mrs. Song asked you to wait here for a moment."
Fu Yan glanced at the time, "How long?"
The old butler answered, "Old Mrs. Song has been slightly unwell these days, Dr. Zhong is seeing to her at the moment."
"Seeing to her, huh..." Fu Yan nodded, "Alright, we'll wait a bit then."
The old butler nodded in assent and turned to leave.
Passing through the corridor, they entered a courtyard, then pushed the door to go inside.
