Whew, whew!
Under the dark night, the river surface was rolled by the cold wind.
On the bridge, Qin Hao stood by the railing, watching the small boat sail away.
Qin Hao's expression was very calm.
He was neither angry nor defeated, as serene as a lake.
He muttered, "Emily, very well, I've remembered you."
After speaking, he turned around and vanished into the night.
...
The next day.
A certain car dealership in Beijing.
When Qin Hao arrived, it was almost noon.
As a behind-the-scenes boss stirring up the winds in Beijing.
Qin Hao felt it was quite disgraceful not to have a car of his own.
Of course, if only he uttered a sound, thousands of underlings would probably offer him luxury cars.
But Qin Hao's pride got the better of him, after all, he wanted to maintain his own style.
So he chose to purchase a car himself.
At this moment, the car dealership had a fairly large flow of customers.
