"It's getting late. I'll take my leave first."
Just as Ning Fan was about to leave, he saw Hai Qingping pleadingly say, "Mr. Ning, can you really not tell us?"
"A day in the mountain, a thousand years in the world. Even if I tell you, it's no use, why burden you with unnecessary worries?"
After saying this, Ning Fan left gracefully, and before he departed, he gave his phone number to Nangong Xiong.
After all, being Baby's family, he had the responsibility to look after them.
After Ning Fan left, the family looked at each other, pondering over the words Ning Fan left behind.
"Dad, what does that sentence mean?"
"Don't you know the story of the withering axe handle?"
"But isn't this just a myth?"
Hai Qingping said suspiciously, "Doesn't that mean..."
"I don't know either."
Nangong Xiong gave a wry smile, then advised, "I suggest you all don't waste your time."
Hai Qingping's eyes flickered, lost in thought over something.
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