Evening.
A large Land Rover rolled into the dilapidated Sanjian Courtyard, an effect even more glaring than a supercar entering a university campus.
Without a doubt, among the younger generation in the courtyard, Fu Zili was considered the most successful, often the subject of neighborhood gossip and the exemplar of "school is not the only path to success."
As for Fang Qing and Jiang Chen, although they performed well in school, they were still not graduated, and their futures were not yet determined. They could not compare to Fu Zili's flashy display of wealth with his million-dollar luxury car.
The Land Rover, worth no less than a Panamera, stopped beneath the eight-story building. Fu Zili stepped out of the car, took out his phone, and made a call.
A few minutes later, Fang Qing and Jiang Chen came downstairs together, followed by Hong Xiaoyu who was loitering around.
"We could have just taken a taxi, no need for you to come in person."
