"Creak."
The towering iron gate slowly opened,
before his eyes.
A young man with a clean demeanor stood by the car, his smile warm and friendly.
Lan Peizhi, who had enjoyed a unique "vacation" for over half a month, stepped forward.
"Here."
In such a scene, others might present flowers or share blessings, yet Jiang Chen handed over a knife.
Lan Peizhi reached out and took it.
"Even with special treatment, the food inside couldn't have compared to what's outside. I've made a reservation; let's go have a meal first."
Without any pomp, Mr. Jiang, who had come alone to pick him up, gentlemanly opened the car door.
Without a word, Lan Peizhi got into the car.
"Bang."
Jiang Chen closed the car door and entered from the other side.
Neither of them was in a hurry to talk during the ride.
When the car stopped, Lan Peizhi glanced at the sign of the clubhouse outside.
Myriad Images.
Indeed.
