But since a clear instruction was given, it means there are no more obstacles.

The woman on the other end of the phone remained calm and soon said, "I'll take care of it right away."

"As for what you just mentioned, go ask Fang Jun. Some of those pieces are his people, so he should decide."

Song Chaoge said.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Song Chaoge put down the phone, pressed the hang-up button, and then started the car.

Cao Residence.

Upon learning that his sister wanted to arrange a meeting between Fang Jun and Old Fang, Cao Xiugo was quite surprised.

"Does this have anything to do with you? Why meddle in others' affairs?"

"I don't want Old Fang to have any regrets."

On such matters, as a teacher at Kyoto University, Cao Xiugo usually wouldn't speak out of term; he had no right to, but this time he broke his usual silence.

"Do you think by doing this, the Fang Family will feel indebted to you? Or that Fang Jun will remember your kindness?"

"They don't need to feel indebted to me. I just don't want to leave a Heart Demon that will affect my future cultivation."

Youmao, who was listening in, was shocked, looking at Cao Jinse with incredulous eyes, "Miss, you know martial arts?"

Cao Xiugo laughed and asked, "How's Fang Jun doing in there? Has he changed?"

"Well, he's been performing quite well. Whether he's changed or not, I'm not too sure."

"This matter doesn't have much to do with you. You're not the one who put him in. You should discuss it with Jiang Chen."

Cao Jinse was taken aback, questioning her brother in disbelief, "How big of a deal is this that I need to discuss it with him?"

"Sharing is the ultimate romance."

Cao Xiugo shook his head and replied.

Cao Jinse's pupils shrank as she asked, "Brother, who did you hear that from?"

Her brother was still single, yes, just a single dog, so how would he understand these things.

"Saw it online."

"Pft."

Youmao covered her mouth forcefully, her big eyes squinting into slits.

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Since there's no problem with the procedure, the efficiency is very high.

The sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

Everyone hadn't finished their holiday yet, of course, except for some corporate slaves. Fang Jun, Young Master Fang, who was unfortunate enough to be imprisoned, walked out of the prison.

It had been hundreds of days and nights since he went in.

There was no grand welcoming scene with flags and drums, as it wasn't a full release. He would have to go back in for reflection and transformation soon.

Moreover, it's really not a glorious thing.

So the time for his release was chosen at night to avoid attention.

What place grinds a person down the most?

Apart from the army, it must be the prison.

Young Master Fang was still Young Master Fang; he hadn't become weathered from using the sewing machine in there. Perhaps he didn't even have a spot on the sewing machine. However, his aura had changed quite a bit compared to before entering.

Before, he always gave off a sinister, unsettling feeling, but now... he seemed much more open and straightforward.

Could it be because of the hairstyle?

This short haircut was done very cleanly and neatly. It seems that Tony, the barber in the prison, had quite the skills.

"Happy New Year."

Opening the car door and sitting in the back seat, the newly freed Fang Jun didn't have the roaring black flames of a demon escaping, his smile was very pure.

The female driver who picked him up looked at the rearview mirror, "Young Master Fang, you've been through a lot."

"I've adapted well, and now I'm eating well and sleeping soundly, and there are many interesting people in there."

Fang Jun said with a smile, seeming more like he had just returned from a vacation than prison.

Of course.

It's also possible he was putting on a brave face for appearances.

"Let's go."

Fang Jun patted the back of the front seat.

The car started, quietly leaving.

"How have you been?"

The streetlights cast their light and shadow on the car window as Fang Jun asked the woman driving with concern.

"Just like Young Master Fang, eating well, sleeping soundly."

Fang Jun chuckled, "It's been a while, Hu Die, you've changed quite a bit. You weren't this humorous before."

"Young Master Fang has changed quite a bit too."

The gentle and charming woman chatted while driving.

Fang Jun leaned back against the seat, smiling, "It's been so long, and a new year has begun. Indeed, things are not like they used to be. How's Song Ge?"

Hu Die, with her perfect long hair, did not hide.

It seemed there was no reason to hide.

When the incident occurred, Fang Jun merely entrusted her to Song Chaoge for care.

"Young Master Song has encountered quite a few troubles recently."

In the past, Fang Jun would have definitely stepped in without hesitation, but now he was in a predicament, willing yet powerless.

"Song was too smooth before, like me, never having faced setbacks. My grandfather used to say that it's not a bad thing to stumble when you're young. The later you fall, the harder it is to get back up."

Hu Die drove quietly and did not interrupt.

"Go to Nanbei Road, there's a Master Han's Pastry Shop there," Fang Jun said.

Hu Die changed direction, but upon arrival, Fang Jun, just out of prison, had no money, so Hu Die had to pay for the two boxes of pastries.

Hu Die didn't question why he took such a long detour to buy pastries.

There was no need to ask.

When visiting elders at home, one must always bring some gifts.

"Time is limited, there might be no chance to visit Song for New Year's greetings. Please help me thank Song."

Hu Die acknowledged with a "hmm."

Knowing it surely wasn't family connections that got him out to breathe fresh air, Fang Jun settled into quiet, gazing at familiar Kyoto street scenes outside the window.

"Young Master Fang, there's an opportunity now."

Hu Die spoke, looking ahead at the traffic, hands on the wheel, "The Allied Army supported by Jiang Chen might turn traitor and embrace the Myanmar government for legitimate territory and absolute autonomy. Once the Allied Army chooses to capitulate, it would mean a break with Jiang Chen, who is currently in Myanmar."

"These military bandits still can't shake off the lowest degeneracy, lacking basic principles and ethics, not even understanding the meaning of gratitude."

Fang Jun seemed to miss that this was a perfect chance to stir things up and fan the flames.

At the same time.

It was also an excellent opportunity for revenge.

Whether Fang Jun realized it or not was irrelevant, Hu Die continued to remind, "We still have some people previously stationed in Myanmar that can be utilized."

"Now, you should report to Song."

Fang Jun diverted his gaze from outside the window.

"Young Master Song wants Young Master Fang to make a decision."

Fang Jun laughed silently at the words, and after a while, he said, "I appreciate Song's intent. I haven't even entered my home yet and don't want to be kicked out right away. Grandfather doesn't seem to be in good health, and as an unworthy descendant, I can't do filial duties but I shouldn't harm the old man either."

Hu Die drove on calmly.

"Understood."

The car entered the red street and passed by the Cao Residence.

"Stop here."

Fang Jun spoke.

The car came to a halt.

In the quiet of the night, Hu Die turned back, watching Fang Jun open the door and get out, pick up one of the two boxes of pastries, cross the deserted street, and walk alone to the sign under the courtyard, raising his hand to knock on the door.

After a while.

The door opened.

Youmao poked his head out, eyes involuntarily flashing with surprise upon seeing the guest, but said nothing.

Fang Jun handed over the pastries he held, "Happy New Year."

Youmao hesitated for a moment before finally stretching out a small hand to take the gift, still silent.

Fang Jun did not seem inclined to stay for a visit, perhaps due to pressing time, and after delivering the gift, he turned back to the car.

As the car departed, Youmao, puzzled, closed the door and carried the pastries into the courtyard.

"Who was it?"

Cao Jinse, casually pounding Cao Xiugo's legs with a small wooden hammer in the courtyard, asked absentmindedly.

"Fang Jun."

Youmao replied oddly.

Cao Jinse was surprised, stopping the wooden hammer, turning to see Youmao holding the items.

"It's from him?"

"Miss, you don't think he's trying to poison us, do you?"

Youmao remained highly vigilant, worthy of being a top-tier bodyguard.

"Is he gone?"

Cao Xiugo asked.

"Yes, he left after delivering."

"Did he say anything?"

Cao Jinse queried.

"Just wished a Happy New Year."

Cao Jinse mused thoughtfully.

"Master Han's, this is an old brand, older than you two."

Cao Xiugo noticed the packaging and asked Youmao to bring it over.

"Young Master, truly beware of potential poison," Youmao cautioned seriously.

"So I'll help you taste it first."

Meanwhile, Cao Xiugo, maintaining a brotherly air, naturally said to the idle Cao Jinse, "Continue, don't slack off."

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