The pristine blue sky was adorned with a few wisps of clouds, like smoke or mist.
At this time of year, the geese hadn't migrated south yet, so naturally one couldn't see what is described in elementary school textbooks: a flock of geese flying south, sometimes arranging themselves into a "ren" character, sometimes into a line...
At this moment, only a small black shadow flickered past between the clouds, disappearing in an instant.
There were not many people who would idly look up at the sky all day, so naturally, no one noticed that, in the past two years, this particular little black bird flying exceptionally high and fast between the Provincial City and Sancha River had become a common sight.
By the time he arrived at the cattle farm, the little black bird had transformed into Boss Yan, driving a Mercedes Benz S600.
