Tang Chen stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.
His well-tailored suit wrapped around his slender figure. His navy blue tie was mature and steady. His slender fingers tugged at the tie, and the smile on his lips was breathtaking.
He smiled in satisfaction, turned around, and walked away slowly.
That’s right, his leg had recovered.
All these years, he had been actively receiving treatment. The difficulties of rehabilitation had been overcome by him one by one. Finally, he had recovered to his original state.
Other than feeling uncomfortable in the rainy weather, he was no different from an ordinary person.
He drove to the entrance of the VIP passage in the underground palace, stopped his car, and lit a cigarette.
Today was the last day of the five-year pact. This was the place they had agreed on.
Tang Chen leaned against the tree lazily and looked up at the sky. It was eight o’clock in the morning.
