Fenghu Peninsula was a high-end neighborhood located on the West Second Ring Road of the Capital.
This was where Shi Yang lived.
At seven o 'clock in the morning, he went out for a morning run.
What was different from usual was that he was holding an exquisite and beautiful square box.
He went to the trash can and put the square box down.
A woman in her late twenties passed by, seemingly on her morning run.
"Good morning, Mr. Shi Yang!"
She stopped to greet him, her eyes filled with unconcealable admiration.
Shi Yang turned around and nodded with a faint smile.
"Morning."
Although Shi Yang was over forty years old, he was still single. He possessed a refined and personable temperament and was also a famous landscape painting master in China. He was excellent in all aspects.
Naturally, he was not lacking in admirers.
This woman clearly had such thoughts.
