Love cannot privatize Mount Fuji.
But this family did.
Dongying.
Jiang Chen's thoughts wandered.
He found himself thinking about the already deceased Sagan Nobuo, and the beautiful Meiko who had leapt to her death in front of him.
Not quite right.
To be precise.
It was Akagi Yoshiko.
While Jiang Chen was lost in his wild thoughts, a text message alert sounded.
Liu Yiming had sent the time for the meeting.
Meeting with a force of this level required at least a show of good formality.
After all, Shenzhou was a land of courtesy.
Three in the afternoon.
Jiang Chen opened his laptop punctually.
In such a short amount of time, the Fujihara Family naturally couldn't send someone to Paris, and Jiang Chen couldn't possibly rush to Dongying in person, so they were to hold a video conference.
By this time, Jiang Chen had changed into mature casual wear, composed and sedate, with no sign of greenness, his collar embroidered with a lifelike dragon.
