An Yiqing smiled and patted Peng Ze's head, saying softly: "I have to return to the mansion to handle some matters. The bomb on the car today wasn't a coincidence, I need to find out the truth. Those who owe me, I won't let a single one off!"
An Yiqing's gaze was cold and sharp, suddenly emanating an icy chill that made Peng Ze pause, and a hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.
"Then Sister Xiao Qing, about my grandpa's injury..." Peng Ze was still somewhat worried.
"Although Grandpa Peng's injury is serious, it's not a fatal wound. The current level of medical technology can fully cure him. He just took a Nourishing Breath Pill, I assure you he will be safe and sound. Don't worry!" An Yiqing was extremely patient, as if comforting a frightened, fluffed-up little animal.
Peng Ze nodded, finally feeling a weight lifted off his heart. He told An Yiqing many things before following Peng Shaohe and the Doufei Clan members away, turning back thrice every step.
