Early the next morning, after breakfast, when they left the old mansion, the sun had just risen above the horizon.
As the car exited the courtyard of the old mansion, Qin Yuji reached out to open a crack in the car window. The cool morning breeze brought in fresh and crisp air, carrying the rhythmically rich music out of the car as well.
In the morning light, the speeding Maybach and the pair inside, exchanging smiles now and then, made the slumbering M City seem even brighter.
By the time they reached the 108th floor, the secretarial office was already filled with exuberant laughter. What the women were discussing was a mystery, but each of them, as if injected with chicken blood, was extraordinarily excited.
