Departure

Jiang Shuxuan was in the study, sitting in the solid, rattan chair. He held a book in his hands, an impassive expression on his handsome face. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes betrayed the calm exterior he had, a hint of frost in them. After hearing the reason Yin Shaoyuan was coming over, he reached up to touch the jade pendant that hung on his neck, closing his eyes to conceal the turmoil in them.

"Have you asked her friends?"

Seeing Jiang Shuxuan's expression, Yin Shaoyuan's excitement diminished quickly. As soon as his mind could process it, he understood that Jiang Shuxuan had probably already known about it all along.

"I've asked Mu Zong and Wu Hongwen, they both don't have a clue. But if you think about it now, Qiao Qiao must have said something to them before she left, or they wouldn't be so calm about it. Only, why didn't she say anything to us? Where in the world did she go?" Yin Shaoyuan said, sneaking a glance at Jiang Shuxuan.