Qiao Dongyang sneered, as stubborn as an ox.
"What I regret is that I wasn't interested in real estate back then, and I didn't buy enough houses. Otherwise, I could still have something to fall back on now."
"Are you trying to annoy me to death?"
"Don't worry. Even if I have to sell my house and car, or even donate blood, I won't let Dongyang fall."
"I didn't say let it fall. You could sell it to someone else..."
"Would it still be Dongyang Technology then?"
"Qiao Dongyang, what exactly are you after?"
"Dongyang is me. I am Dongyang. What do you think?"
"..."
By this time, Shen City had entered autumn.
Yellow leaves fluttered down, covering the ground with a golden hue from the ginkgo leaves in the garden, strikingly beautiful.
Qiao Dongyang stood by the window, looking at the grand villa he had personally selected, designed, and decorated, narrowing his eyes as he took a drag on his cigarette, "Miss Chi, would you accompany me at the company next month?"
