"You all go ahead first; let me spend some time with your uncle." Yang Feng slowly waved his hand at the group, signaling them to disperse.
After exchanging glances, Wang Mazi and the others left. Yang Feng's strength did not require their unnecessary concern; it was time to leave him alone to bid farewell to the person before him. After all, in life, many things don't go as desired, and there's little one can say to others about it.
After the seven left, Luo Qianqian silently looked at Mo, who nodded and pulled her along to leave as well.
They were worried about something happening, which was why they came, not to delve into any secrets. There was no need to wait here.
After everyone left, Yang Feng glanced in the direction Luo Qianqian had left, but said nothing. He took out a knife from his chest and then a wooden hairpin that looked very rough.
