In his six years in Silicon Valley, USA, every minute and second of Gu Xize's life were pre-planned.
He's never been so chill as he is now, sitting leisurely at his desk, smelling the refreshing aroma of the camphor trees outside the window, feeling the morning breeze of early autumn, and carefully recalling his past.
It felt as if he was back to six years ago, where Little Sisi might as well climb in from the windowsill at any moment to surprise him.
When such a scene popped up in his mind, an elegant smile sprouted up on his lips.
At this moment, his computer beeped with a new email alert.
Gu Xize, his long fingers clearly defined at the knuckles, slid over the mouse and just happened to see Baldwin's email.
It was the transfer request he asked Baldwin to write for him, requesting a transfer back from the headquarters in the US to China.
Gu Xize took a brief look. Baldwin didn't specify the reason why he wanted to return to China, and indeed, Baldwin himself didn't know why.
