Shen Yuan tried to start a conversation a few times, but he'd open his mouth only to close it again. In the end, he decided to just keep quiet.
This "thoughtfulness" from Old Li was, in itself, a silent warning.
The car finally came to a smooth stop at the curbside of the departures level in front of Jiyang Railway Station.
"We're here," Old Li's voice broke the silence in the car.
"Thanks, Dad."
"Thanks, Uncle Li!" Shen Yuan replied almost instantly.
As Shen Yuan was gathering his things, Old Li turned from the driver's seat to look at him.
Their eyes met, and Shen Yuan heard Old Li speak.
"Shen Yuan, I'm entrusting Li Zhi to your care for the next two days."
Old Li's tone was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable weight and a hint of imperceptible scrutiny.
In that seemingly drawn-out moment, Shen Yuan felt his heart lurch as if it had been struck.
This wasn't just some casual request.
