Ten percent of the students at College F come from China, inviting them all, what kind of character that would be... Ji Chicheng thought, then squinted his eyes suspiciously.
After pondering for quite a while, he instructed his secretary, "Go investigate Miss Lisa's Chinese friend."
"Alright," the secretary nodded in agreement, immediately arranging as Ji Chicheng had instructed.
The car sped along the wide and clean boulevard. Having sat on airplanes for twenty to thirty hours within a few days, despite having rested on the plane, still feeling fatigued from the travel.
Resting his hand on his forehead, he squinted and dozed off.
Seeing him asleep, the secretary dared not disturb him, arranging everything through text messages.
In the quiet little town on the outskirts of N city, the sunset engulfed the whole villa, and every blade of grass in the yard seemed to be coated in a layer of gold.
