From noon onwards, all kinds of undercurrents began to surge under the calm surface of Beijing.
The various forces sensed the unusual atmosphere hidden under the calm, but no one could find out what had happened.
They only knew that the top families in Beijing were rushing to the Beijing First Hospital.
…
Outside the hospital.
Jiang Yao leaned against the side of the Land Rover. He was wearing a beige windbreaker, tall and handsome. He lowered his head and bit on a cigarette, attracting the attention of many young girls walking on the road.
He was used to it and did not care about the adoring gazes directed at him.
He looked down at his cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke. There wasn't much expression on his face as he stood there looking slightly bored.
Soon, a minivan screeched to a halt in front of him.
