"Director Feng, you flatter me!"
"Hehe, let's stop with the pleasantries back and forth! Let's all get together and hang out tonight!" someone suggested.
Having not seen each other for so long, Jinmulin had originally planned to have a private chat with Xiaoqiao, but it ended up becoming a gathering with a whole bunch of people.
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After the party ended, Xiaoqiao and Jinmulin drove to the foot of Mount Shaolin.
Smelling her clothes, Xiaoqiao said, "Let's not go up after all. It's fine to just chat here for a bit. We both reek of alcohol!"
Jinmulin reclined his seat slightly, opened the sunroof, leaned back, and looked at the stars in the sky.
"Who would have thought that so much has happened! You and Gu Hangshen really went through the proverbial 'eighty-one tribulations' and finally made it. And I…"
"…am just one of your tribulations after all!"
The fact that Jinmulin, known for his arrogance and pride, would utter such self-deprecating words seriously surprised Xiaoqiao.
