Her gaze swept over the Red Flag car that had been parked for an unknown amount of time. Cao Jinse maintained her usual composure as she walked towards the house.

Youmao followed with a stern expression.

Before they even got to the door, someone emerged from the quaint and serene courtyard, meeting the master and servant duo head-on.

"You're back."

The person greeted them with a smile as warm as the melting of winter snow.

It definitely wasn't Cao Xiugo.

Human interactions are all about reciprocity. While Cao Jinse was out dealing with things, surely no one had visited her home?

So to say that her big brother was being lax wasn't fair, the siblings had their division of labor: one focused on external matters, the other on internal. Perfect, flawless.

"Why not stay a bit longer?"

Cao Jinse paused.

Song Chaoge smiled helplessly, "Just like you, I'm rushing to my next stop."

Cao Jinse showed a faint smile and nodded in understanding.

Song Chaoge crossed over the threshold stone, seemingly unbothered by Youmao's fierce glare beside him, "Going to see the old Fang?"

"Yes."

"I visited the old Fang too," Song Chaoge said heavily, with a hint of melancholy, "I didn't expect the old Fang's health to decline so rapidly all of a sudden."

Cao Jinse didn't respond immediately, meeting his gaze, and suddenly said without warning: "Should we arrange for Fang Jun to meet with the old Fang?"

Song Chaoge was caught off guard.

It certainly should be arranged.

But for the old Fang to visit the prison? Not to mention whether his health would allow it, knowing the old Fang's character, he would definitely refuse. Otherwise, it wouldn't have waited until now.

Fang Jun committed a crime, but he hasn't been stripped of his human rights.

So the only way is to let Fang Jun out.

But getting a prisoner on sentence to come out...

Well.

While the procedure doesn't allow it, there are ways to work around it.

Of all virtues, filial piety is the foremost.

The old man's health is not optimistic. As descendants, both emotionally and logically, they should make the time to meet.

The law isn't devoid of human kindness.

It's not an early release, so it's not a big issue.

"I think it's necessary."

After a moment of contemplation, Song Chaoge nodded in agreement, symbolizing a mutual consensus between them.

Even though they didn't explicitly state it, they both undoubtedly felt that the old Fang didn't have much time, and if they didn't meet soon, it might be a permanent separation by death.

"Will you arrange it, or should I?"

Cao Jinse asked calmly.

"I'll do it. I can't trouble you with this," Song Chaoge responded decisively.

Cao Jinse didn't engage in pleasantries, and calmly said: "At a time like this, the old Fang is still thinking about the whole family. Fang Jun has always seen you as an elder brother, so I hope you can tell Fang Jun not to bring more disgrace upon the old Fang."

Song Chaoge's eyes flickered.

Standing beside Cao Jinse, Youmao's glare grew even more unrestrained.

There was deep meaning in these words.

"I will relay the message to him."

Song Chaoge nodded in agreement.

"I'll head inside first."

Cao Jinse lifted her foot, intending to enter the house.

"Thank you."

Song Chaoge said.

"I just don't want someone like the old Fang to bear a bad reputation in his last years."

"I don't think anyone would wish that."

After a pause, Cao Jinse stepped into the house.

Youmao followed suit, not even bothering to say goodbye to the guest.

Who earlier insisted that inviting a guest for a meal was basic politeness?

Song Chaoge continued to walk out, moving in the opposite direction of Cao Jinse and her servant, opened the door of the Red Flag car, and after sitting inside, did not start the vehicle. Instead, he leaned back in the driver's seat, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Had visiting relatives and friends during the Lunar New Year become so frequent that it exhausted him?

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

After an unknown amount of time, his phone vibrated.

Only then did Song Chaoge open his eyes again.

He could hear the vibration, so he probably wasn't asleep.

He reached into his pants pocket, took out the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then pressed the answer button, placing it by his ear.

A woman's voice came from the other side, maintaining the same tone throughout.

"Jiang Chen is facing a predicament in Myanmar. The Allied Army he supports has been infiltrated, and the leader Jin Zhu is wavering and might switch sides at any moment. The manufacturing plant that the K.E Group had started construction on has already been bombed."

These are secrets you wouldn't find in news reports.

"The affairs of Myanmar have nothing to do with us anymore."

It's wise to recognize the times.

One can be persistent, but not obdurate.

Winning and losing is crucial, yet it isn't, especially when the outcome of a game is apparent. What need is there to stake more on it.

You lose this game, you can wait for another, or switch tables, change the game.

The old Fang, at his age, could see this clearly, so as young people, they should even more so.

So when a Japanese ally switched sides and the battle situation sank, Song Chaoge, unable to hold on alone anymore, prudently cut ties with Myanmar.

Even a consistently victorious gambler must learn to accept defeat.

"A former pawn in Myanmar willingly revealed this intel. After the cut-off, these people looked for new patrons, but apparently, the terms aren't satisfactory."

For the hand directing from afar, it was easy to say withdraw. But what about those serving lives in Myanmar?

But as a player, why would they care about the pawn's survival? When the game loses value, or overturn is hopeless, the pieces on the board lose their meaning too.

"Do you feel unsatisfied with this?"

Song Chaoge asked softly.

The other side remained silent for a while, then said: "I know what to do now."

Just as the call was about to end, Song Chaoge suddenly spoke, switching topics.

"Preparing to arrange for Fang Jun to come out and meet the old man."

Arranging for a prisoner to get some air isn't really a difficult task, but that's Fang Jun.

For some, getting in is hard, but once in, getting out becomes even harder than for ordinary prisoners.

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