Wu Feichi wasn't kidding.
An Youxuan felt the scenery around him rapidly receding; he had never experienced such speed.
He had just checked and found it very strange today; he didn't know what happened in Jicheng, but all the airports were under lockdown.
The city seemed to be sealed off; no one could leave.
Just at that moment, a phone call came in.
The caller ID displayed — An Rongzai.
"Grandpa, what do you want to say?"
An Youxuan asked respectfully.
"Youxuan, come back. Stop whatever you're doing right now."
"Grandpa, I don't understand what you mean."
An Youxuan suddenly felt a bit flustered.
"You've always been very obedient. Your uncles aren't as good as you. Come back, Youxuan. Stop messing around with your brother."
An Rongzai's voice carried the kindness of an elder but also an undercurrent of authority.
This authority could only be felt by members of the An Family.
