Xia Ruofei rested in his room for a while. Just as dawn broke, footsteps echoed from the living room outside. A quick scan with his mental strength revealed Song Wei stepping out of her room. He stood, pushed his door open, and walked out to meet her.
"About time?" Xia Ruofei asked with a smile.
"Yeah!" Song Wei nodded. "There's an over three-hour time difference with China. If we leave for San Shan now, we'll arrive right around daybreak. My dad has a morning meeting, so he needs to get home a bit early to freshen up before heading to the municipal committee."
"Alright! Let's head over." Xia Ruofei chuckled. "Uncle Qiming is probably still cultivating."
Without disturbing Ling Qingxue, they quieted their steps, slipped out of the suite, and took the elevator downstairs. Upon arriving at Song Qiming's floor, Xia Ruofei swept the area with his mental strength.
"Uncle Qiming is packed and ready. Let's go," he said to Song Wei.
