At the chaotic dockside.
The flashbulbs of reporters thundered.
Anshi appeared, rather inopportunely, taking a white envelope from his pocket and standing humbly yet reasonably before the damp Xu Zhiqiang. He spoke softly, "The Young Miss has considered that you all went through an ordeal at the Xu Family, and now that you're safe, you surely wouldn't dare return to stay there. Here are three plane tickets to America and three boat tickets as a token of the Young Miss's kindness and concern. Please accept them."
An overt expulsion.
Xu Zhiqiang's face darkened; he didn't reach out but instead huffed heavily.
Xu Zhi'an sighed, extending his hand. His sleeve was heavy and damp, reeking of foul water. "Understood, I'll go back."
"Then, on behalf of the Young Miss, I wish your family a safe journey."
Having delivered the tickets, Anshi drove off in the black car, disappearing into the night without looking back.
