Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 352: Yao Xuanhang’s Home

"Uh..."

Sitting in front, Yao Xuanhang and the driver, hearing Jiangli seemingly conversing with someone, looked slightly tense.

Yao Xuanhang glanced at Xia Xin, then at Jiangli, and cautiously asked, "Abbot, who were you just talking to? What about the Changxing Hotel?"

Jiangli opened her mouth to speak,

but Xia Xin immediately interjected, "The Abbot was talking to me!"

"Did you two... have a conversation?" Yao Xuanhang’s eyes darted between the two, having only heard Jiangli speaking and not a peep from Xia Xin.

Xia Xin chuckled, "Right, right, right, it was just the two of us talking, but it was all the Abbot speaking, and I was listening. This happens often, you’ll get used to it after a while."

"Really?"

Yao Xuanhang was half-convinced.

Xia Xin, however, nodded affirmatively, "Yes, indeed, that’s how it is. Otherwise, in broad daylight, if the Abbot isn’t talking to me, who else could she be talking to? Young Master Yao, I know you’re startled, but you can’t be overly suspicious, seeing the enemy in every shadow!"

Yao Xuanhang: "..."

Jiangli looked appreciatively at Xia Xin.

She had just noticed that Xia Xin could turn a dead horse into a live one, by arguing back.

In doing so, it seemed like he pushed all the blame onto Yao Xuanhang.

Yao Xuanhang had been a nervous wreck these past few days, and even Cui Wenzhe had mentioned how tense he was now.

Hearing Xia Xin’s words, Yao Xuanhang felt a sliver of self-doubt.

Could it really be that he was overthinking?

He muttered under his breath and looked around at the others in the car, none of whom reacted, not even the driver.

Yao Xuanhang cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Perhaps I’ve thought too much. We’ll soon be at my place, please make yourselves comfortable for a bit longer."

Xia Xin agreed with a smile on his face.

Seeing Yao Xuanhang turn away, Xia Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Jiangli’s arm, and said with lingering fear, "Ancestor, can we be a bit more careful? We’re outside, after all..."

Always arousing such suspicion wasn’t a solution!

Jiangli understood Xia Xin’s concern and nodded, "I know, don’t worry, there’s nothing to talk about now."

Xia Xin still didn’t feel quite at ease, but since Jiangli had said so, he could only silently nod.

Jiangli turned her head to look at Lin Yurong, but she no longer brought up the previous topic.

Lin Yurong’s complexion gradually improved, as if she wasn’t in as much pain.

Jiangli quietly asked, "Have you remembered anything important?"

Lin Yurong shook her head blankly, "I... I still can’t remember..."

Jiangli fell silent; since nothing was remembered, there was nothing more to ask.

She softly told Lin Yurong to rest for a while and not to overthink it.

Lin Yurong nodded, curled up in a corner of the car, hugging her knees and looking down as if trying hard to recall something.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall her past memories.

Especially anything related to the Changxing Hotel.

Whenever the name Changxing Hotel came to mind, her head would throb with pain, and then her mind would go blank, showing only a vast expanse of white, leaving nothing else behind.

Noticing Lin Yurong’s reaction, Jiangli had an idea of what was going on.

At that moment, Fu Shiyan’s message came through, concise and to the point: Okay.

Jiangli put her phone away again.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance to Yao Xuanhang’s house.

"This is my house, Abbot, please come in." Yao Xuanhang opened his home’s door and ushered them inside.

A look of amazement flashed in Xia Xin’s eyes.

Yao Xuanhang’s house, also located in a typical upscale villa neighborhood, was quite decent in every way.

Moreover, the interior of Yao Xuanhang’s home was furnished elegantly and simply, not at all like the nouveau riche style Xia Xin had imagined.

How to put it, the house’s appearance didn’t match the Yao Xuanhang that Xia Xin knew at all. It simply wasn’t the same style.

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