Wang Zhen, although silent, had his face turn deathly pale.
His whole body was trembling slightly.
The incidents of the past few days, like scenes from a movie, flowed one after another before his eyes.
His wrinkled forehead was now covered with cold sweat, from fear.
After a moment, Wang Zhen regained his composure and looked at Chu Jin. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but swallowed his words at the last second.
She was just a teenage girl, after all. What could she understand?
At this time, the Wang family's driver walked over and said very respectfully, "Elder, it's time for us to return."
Wang Zhen nodded, then turned to Chu Jin, "Little girl, thanks for your kindness. I'm leaving first."
Chu Jin did not say much more, knowing that she might not be convincing at the moment, and simply said, "Grandpa Wang, feel free to come to me if you need anything."