After finished enjoying the delicious dishes, they sat on the couch in the room.

"Would you like to watch television?" asked Caihong.

"This room has a television?" Yixiong looked left and right.

Caihong got up from the couch. He advanced toward the wall. It turned out that the wooden wall in front of them could be shifted to the side. Just behind the wall was a very large television.

Yingyue stepped forward after Caihong. She grabbed the remote control. After turning on the television, with an impatient motion, the girl searched for a certain channel. Yixiong knew that the girl wanted to see the news broadcast. After pressing the remote control several times, she finally found a TV station broadcasting news about a fire in an elite housing complex in Yueming.

The news stated that the fire had been extinguished. But the embers were still burning everywhere. No one was allowed to approach the burning houses there. Quickly, Yingyue turned to Shanquan. Shanquan nodded slowly. Yixiong didn't understand the meaning of the look and nodded. He only thought it might have something to do with whether Yingyue would return to her relative's house tomorrow.

"What about the housing problem? Have you found a new house yet?" Caihong opened his mouth.

"Not yet," said Shanquan. But thanks to you, we're not too worried right now. We can put our things in the warehouse at the station. We don't mind being homeless for a while."

"What if you just use one place I have?" Caihong offered to help. "At least, for the time being."

"Thank you," said Shanquan. "But we can't bother you anymore. You're currently busy with the exhibition. So focus your attention there. Don't worry about us."

"It's not like that, Uncle. Coincidentally now, the place I live in this city is empty. Right now, I choose to sleep in a place so close to where I exhibit my paintings. So Uncles can use that place. At least until the painting exhibition ends. "

"So when will the painting exhibition end?" Yixiong was curious. Earlier, he did not pay attention to the exhibition schedule written there.

"The original plan was only for two weeks. However, it was extended by two weeks, so a total of four weeks. Since it has been going on for one week, the exhibition will still last for another three weeks." Caihong gave an explanation.

Yixiong turned to Shanquan. Their leader just nodded at Caihong's explanation.

"I need to ask the others first," said Shanquan.

"Okay, Uncle! I'd be delighted if I could help," said Caihong.

After that, they talked about other things. Apart from conversing with Shanquan and Yixiong, Caihong also asked Yingyue many questions. Watching Yingyue faced the questions, Yixiong had the impression that she only answered what was necessary. She did not explain at length the answer she gave.

This girl really knows what to say. It isn't the first time she faces things like this.

Caihong looked at his watch. "I can't believe we've been here for two hours."

"You have to go back to the painting exhibition, don't you?" Yixiong said.

"That's right, Uncle!" Caihong nodded. "Sorry, Uncle, if I can not accompany Uncles until the sun goes down."

"It's okay. We're very grateful," said Shanquan.

The four of them left the room. Unlike when they arrived earlier, where they went through the side door, now they went through the front door to get out of the restaurant. Outside, Caihong's car was waiting.

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Uh? So Caihong had this planned all along?

"Is there no traffic jam there now?" Caihong tapped the driver on the shoulder.

"It's been smooth, Sir! But people are still not allowed to enter the complex," replied the driver.

"Are people who live in places within the housing complex in parts that were not affected by fire also not allowed to enter?" Caihong frowned.

"That's right, Sir! Everyone is not allowed to enter. Including the people who live in places that are not caught in the fire."

"Very weird!" Caihong exhaled loudly. "Uncle, what do you think is going on?" He directed the question to Yixiong and Shanquan.

"We couldn't say anything yet because we haven't seen what the damage is. Maybe the authorities are just being too careful. Perhaps in a few hours, they will allow people to go home." Shanquan's voice sounded doubtful.

"I thought so too," Yixiong said. "It's too early for us to speculate. We'd better see how things go. Tomorrow morning, there may be other information."

The car arrived in front of the painting exhibition building.

"Do you still want to look at the paintings?" Caihong asked.

"No. I think we're going home now," Shanquan replied.

"Then you don't have to get off. Let the driver take you home," said Caihong.

After saying that, Caihong got out of the car right away. Yixiong looked at Shanquan. It seemed that Caihong had given them absolutely no chance to refuse. Finally, the car started running again. At that time, the vehicle was moving towards their house.

"What is it?" Shanquan grabbed Yingyue's hand.

"What do you mean, Uncle?" Yingyue asked back.

"You've been a bit quiet since you ate. Is something bothering you?" Although Shanquan's voice was soft, his tone was full of curiosity.

Yixiong turned around. He gazed at the two people sitting next to him.

Yingyue stared at the ceiling of the car they were riding in. "Earlier, did you notice, Uncle?"

"Notice what?"

"One waiter delivering the dishes?" Yingyue's eyes widened.

"What's with the waiter?"

"He looked at Uncle with a strange look. He seemed to know Uncle."

"Maybe it's just your feelings," said Shanquan.

"While clearing the table, after we finished eating, the waiter also looked at Uncle with the same look." Yingyue stared intently at Shanquan.

Uh? Turns out I'm not the only one who thinks like that!

"Right. I also found the waiter a bit strange when he saw Dahge." Yixiong joined the conversation.

"You saw that too?" Shanquan turned to Yixiong.

"I didn't pay attention to the waiter when he and the other waiters came to deliver the dishes. But I saw when he came to clear the table," Yixiong replied.

"Maybe I'm similar to the person he knows. There are many people who have a face and appearance like me. For example, you. Many people say the two of us are very similar." Shanquan pointed his index finger at Yixiong. "In fact, there are people who have difficulty distinguishing the two of us."

"Maybe Dahge is right." Yixiong lowered his voice. "But, if that's the case, he should look at me strangely, too."

Shanquan frowned. It seemed that he was also starting to sense that Yingyue's suspicions might be well-founded.

"Even the waiter still looked at you strangely when we walked out of the diner." Yixiong continued.

Yixiong had walked some distance behind Shanquan and Yingyue because he had briefly gone to the restroom. So he could see things that Yingyue had missed.

"Well! that means I'm not just imagining, right?" Yingyue voiced a little louder.

"At that time, he was whispering to his friend, another servant," Yixiong said.

"Which servant?" Yingyue asked.

"The friend he was talking to didn't come into our room at all. So you've never seen him." Yixiong's eyes widened as the words slid out of his mouth.

"Could it be that I'm more famous than I realize?" Shanquan laughed to himself after saying that.

The atmosphere became silent. They all sat quietly. Nevertheless, Yixiong guessed that Shanquan had really thought about what they had just discussed. The car continued to run at a moderate speed. Yingyue seemed to be enjoying the scenery along their journey.

"Ah! We're almost home." Yixiong breathed a sigh of relief.

The car had entered their housing complex. They saw the neighbor living on their left, walking out of the compound. His face looked very serious. It was rare for him to look like that. Usually, he always looked relaxed and full of smiles. Yixiong had no idea what had just happened to that person. He just hoped the person would be okay.

Less than two minutes the car they were riding had arrived in front of their house. Yiren stood in front of the gate. It looked like he had just stepped out of the fence. The gate was still not completely closed. His face was pale.

Yixiong opened the car door. With a jolt, the car door swung wide open.

Yiren instantly approached them. With a bent body position, He opened his mouth straight away. "Xinxiu has been kidnapped!"