He Xing's Lamborghini was already parked at the airport, and after getting off the plane, he headed directly to the underground car park, striding with legs so long he wished each step could cover a meter.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport, Liang Tao followed behind He Xing with a briefcase in hand, struggling to keep up. In the dead of winter, he was already sweating profusely, and paired with his obviously unrested eyes, he seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
Liang Tao truly admired He Xing. Despite their similar height and both suffering from jetlag, why could He Xing remain energetic after such a long flight, and why, carrying the same laptop, could He Xing walk briskly as if flying?
Ever since Liang Tao appeared by He Xing's side as an assistant, various kinds of doubts emerged in Liang Tao's mind every day.
They were both human, so why was He Xing so excellent, so exceptional that he seemed like a tireless robot that didn't need to rest?
