Jiang Rong and Fang Ling were taken aback, but they still nodded. "That's good too. Once we move out, we won't have to worry about Zhu Zhuang bringing people to cause trouble. We'll move tomorrow.",Hearing this, Jiang He nodded slightly and then closed his eyes to meditate.,Under a locust tree, an elderly man in a 中山裝 sat on a stone bench, sipping tea.。