Qingping Entertainment underwent renovations and became much more presentable. Many new faces came and went. At first glance, Shang Yechu even felt a sense of déjà vu.

Ji Juntao's office door was tightly closed, and it seemed no one was there. Shang Yechu stopped a familiar old employee and asked, "What's Mr. Ji doing?"

“A few new people have recently risen to prominence in the company,” the employee said, recognizing Shang Yechu. “President Ji has been working on it. He’s quite tired and is catching up on sleep in the office.”

Shang Yechu had been offline for several months and was unaware of the changes that had taken place in the outside world. He never expected that Ji Juntao would promote someone so quickly.

"I understand." Shang Yechu nodded.

Since Ji Juntao was sleeping, Shang Yechu decided to be merciful and not disturb her for the time being.

Shang Yechu sat on a bench outside Ji Juntao's office, feeling the need to relearn how to surf the internet. So she turned on her phone and switched on her rusty Wi-Fi and data.

As soon as he connected to the internet, Shang Yechu's WeChat was flooded with new messages, making it seem like a gunfight was taking place on WeChat in the Ninth Infantry.

It's normal for WeChat to be so full after accumulating messages for several months. Shang Yechu opened WeChat helplessly, and the countless little and big red dots made her scalp tingle.

After swiping a few times and confirming that there was nothing extremely urgent, Shang Yechu swiped to the very top of WeChat.

The pinned post, "Loving and Happy Street," displayed a red "...", indicating that there were countless messages. Shang Yechu couldn't help but chuckle; these neighbors were certainly talkative.

Shang Yechu initially intended to reply to others first and then check what the old neighbors were saying later. However, upon closer inspection, she sensed something was amiss.

The last message displayed in the group chat was—

Goodbye, old buddies.

Goodbye? Goodbye to whom?

This group consists of twenty-year-old neighbors, the living, breathing real estates of Xingfu Commercial Street. How could they suddenly say goodbye?

Could it be that Grandma Hu has been diagnosed with a terminal illness?

Shang Yechu's heart tightened. Although she had instructed Ji Juntao to take Grandma Hu for a check-up every month, the employees at Qingping Entertainment had just mentioned that Ji Juntao had been busy promoting someone lately. What if that dead man forgot?

Shang Yechu quickly entered the group chat and clicked on the "999+ unread messages" on the side. The chat screen flashed and moved up rapidly, and after a long time, it finally arrived at the position of Shang Yechu's last read message.

Shang Yechu skimmed through the chat history, the screen flashing and changing rapidly in her eyes, its soft glow reflected in them.

As Shang Yechu read, her expression grew serious. By the time she reached the end, her face was ashen.

Shang Yechu stood up and turned the doorknob of Ji Juntao's office.

The door wasn't locked. Ji Juntao probably thought someone might need to contact her urgently.

Shang Yechu pushed open the door and slowly walked to Ji Juntao.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Ji Juntao sprang up from his chair: "Holy crap!"

When Ji Juntao finally recognized who was in front of him, he was half surprised and half angry: "Ye Chu? Didn't I say I'd send someone to pick you up tomorrow? Why are you back so early? -- Wait, are you crazy?! Why are you slamming your fist on my table?"

Shang Yechu's face was covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with fierce anger: "You surnamed Ji, are you dead? Or deaf?"

"Why didn't you tell me that something happened on Xingfu Commercial Street?"