An Ping's timing was unfortunate.
It was the weekend, and Qin Jian and his wife An Hao accompanied Lin Qiushu to Lai City to search for Jiu Xia.
Thus, he arrived to find the place empty and could only wait for An Hao to return before making any decisions.
Qin Jian, in disguise, sat in the backseat of the car with An Hao, their fingers tightly interlocked as they gazed at the scenery outside the window.
Lin Qiushu was driving in the front, complaining about the difficult road as she went.
"Don't you know? This area had an earthquake recently, turning it into ruins. If Qin Jian hadn't come here for earthquake relief, we might have never encountered Jiu Xia. What a twist of fate!" An Hao remarked emotionally.
"I really hope we can get the truth from Jiu Xia this time, so I can reassure my grandmother." Lin Qiushu said.
"How is the old lady doing?"
