At that moment, Li San harshly drew on his cigarette, squinted his eyes and exhaled the smoke, "Shang Zonghai told you to go back for a look? I don't remember you ever visiting Parma. Although I'm not familiar with that place, I've heard a few things from friends in the know; it's not a border that you can just cross whenever you want."
Li Qiao curled her lips indifferently and pulled out a diamond card, tossing it onto the table, "Even you can sense something's not right, yet mom and dad refuse to say anything."
Once certain suspicions plant seeds in one's heart, given time to ferment, they quickly take root and sprout.
Li San picked up the ostentatious card and glanced at it casually, "What's this supposed to be?"
"It's said to be a Parma pass."
