Yin Tian had originally planned to refuse.
But upon further thought, knowing Wan Changqing's movements in advance could indeed be a good strategy.
"Alright, thank you for the trouble."
Yin Tian expressed his gratitude to Qiao Heng.
"Yin, you're being too polite with me," Qiao Heng replied. "I can't help much, but I'll do what I can."
"Fine, I need to rest now, and you should get some too," Yin Tian said.
Having spoken, Yin Tian had already hung up the phone.
He set his phone aside and once again closed his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, a night had passed.
Su Qinwei and the two girls woke up early and didn't forget to wake the slumbering Yin Tian.
Yin Tian opened his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and stretched.
Though the wound on his waist was still excruciatingly painful, it was bearable.
"Let's get going."
Yin Tian changed into fresh clothes and took the three girls to the airport.
The bumpy journey caused his wound to rupture, turning his complexion pale once again.