Fan Zhengyin glanced at his father indifferently and said calmly: "This is not something you need to know. If you want to stay, then you can stay for two days at most. You must leave after two days."
After saying that, he stood up, glanced at his father again, and said, "I will arrange for someone to prepare a place for you to sleep. You'd better stay away from Xue'er. Otherwise, I won't let you off easily."
Leaving these words behind, Fan Zhengyin walked out of the tent and went to have lunch with his younger sister. Fan Zhiheng sat alone in the tent, and his face ashen from anger. After a while, his rapid breathing gradually slowed down.
Looking around the tent, his eyes suddenly lit up. He wasted no more time and quickly rummaged through the tent, searching the documents on the table and every corner of the tent. After a while, he found a map hiding inside a small box under the table.
