But when he looked for a second time, the figure had already disappeared.
On the road, vehicles came and went in an unending stream.
It was as if what he had seen just a moment ago was only an illusion.
Jiang Moyuan's gaze deepened.
He did not believe he was mistaken, but if it truly was that person, what were they doing in Shanghai City?
Jiang Moyuan extinguished his cigarette, weighed down by his thoughts, and became even more irritable.
Just then, someone knocked on the office door.
Jiang Moyuan pulled himself together, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and returned to his seat, "Come in."
"Third Master," the secretary carefully walked in, "Miss Huaping is downstairs and asks you to go down."
Jiang Huaping?
Hearing this name, Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised.
Although Jiang Huaping was his second sister, she had gone to the capital early on, and they were not familiar with each other nor did they have much in common.
Moreover, the two were half-siblings.
