Su Cheng was stunned, unable to utter the words that reached the tip of his tongue, because even amidst his current fury, he couldn't deny the truth in Fu Han's words.
While he was lost in thought, Old Zhou had already arranged the car.
Fu Han personally escorted Su Cheng to the car. She stood outside the gate, smiling at Su Cheng, waving goodbye to him.
The winding mountain road led downward, with beautiful scenery on both sides, and villas nestled in the woods, giving off a sense of retreat from the world.
Yet this place was right in the city center. A mountain like this in the city center always felt somewhat out of place, but when people talked about it, they mostly exclaimed over the exorbitant cost of land here.
Leaning against the seatback, Su Cheng blankly watched the scenery receding on both sides, his emotions were complex, as if he saw everything and yet saw nothing at all.
As the drunkenness ebbed away like the tide, Su Cheng finally felt able to think clearly.
