"I'm not in a hurry." Jiang Xiaowan shook her head.

Fang Han nodded, and the two of them turned around. Fang Han remembered clearly that he could slowly reminisce and study after he went back.

When they went up the mountain and returned to the Jiang family villa, Jiang Cheng was practicing sword in the woods. Hearing the sound of Jiang Xiaowan's car, he came out of the woods with his sword.

Jiang Cheng said: "Fang Han, news has been heard from there. All the twelve people have recovered and have not relapsed. They have completely escaped from Bosa's threat!"

"Good news!" Fang Han smiled.

"It seems that Taoist techniques are still very powerful!" Jiang Cheng sighed and said with a smile: "You should hide outside. The country is too lively now and is not suitable for you to stay."

Fang Han nodded: "I'll leave tomorrow."

"Dad!" Jiang Xiaowan widened his bright eyes in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Cheng said: "After escaping these days, it is now the information age. There is a huge amount of news every day, and they will soon forget you."

Fang Han said: "I'm going back if I have something to do."

"How is that house? Are you satisfied?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Fang Han smiled and nodded: "I read it once and I am very satisfied, it is in line with my opinion!"

"I have been to that house and it is rare to retain the nobleness of the house." Jiang Cheng said: "If you are not satisfied with the decoration, you can reinstall it."

Fang Han smiled and said, "The decoration is very appropriate. If it is changed to European and American style, it would be a joke."

Jiang Xiaowan glanced at him.

Fang Han flew back to New York the next morning, but unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the lobby of the airport, a group of reporters rushed over to surround him.

"Fang Han, do you really know magical Taoism?"
Chapter completed!