"Yes!"
A minute later, he sat in a chair at Ji Jue's restaurant, his trembling hands holding a teacup, ignoring the scalding temperature.
He raised his head and drank it all down without hesitation.
He couldn't tell if it was good or bad, nor taste the flavor, but it seemed he had never had such good tea.
So sweet.
Sweet enough to bring tears to his eyes.
.
.
"Something's wrong, Brother Gold Hair!"
In the smoke-filled private room, the door suddenly swung open as a junior hurried in, disregarding manners, stuttering: "Someone just saw Ling, he, he just returned to the Guili Building!"
"... "
Gold Hair Boy held a cigarette, turned back to look, and frowned: "Guili is his turf, when does he not go back? Is there something wrong with your brain, huh?"
"No, no."
The junior was gasping for breath, looking anxious: "He, he's sitting in Mr. Ji's special car!"
"What?"
