"Good riddance." The old man's face was full of both joy and reluctance as he watched Chen Mu leave...,The convoy stopped not far from Chen Mu. A group of cold-looking men in black suits and sunglasses poured out of the Mercedes, followed by a man in his mid-twenties with an incredibly strong aura who stepped out of the Rolls Royce.,She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.。