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There were no words that night, and, in the blink of an eye, dawn came.
After breakfast, Tang Luo and Han Ruobing left the villa and headed to the company.
After dropping off Han Ruobing at the company, Tang Luo drove away.
Half an hour later, his Maserati stopped at the entrance of Old Wu's shop.
Tang Luo got out of the car, carrying a black bag, and walked in.
"Sir, you..."
"Where's Old Wu? I'm here to see him!"
Tang Luo didn't wait for the waiter to finish asking, and directly said so.
"Looking for Old Wu?"
The waiter was slightly stunned before recognizing Tang Luo.
"Old Wu is at the back, come with me."
"Hmm."
Tang Luo, holding the black bag, followed the waiter to the backyard.
"What brings you here?"
Old Wu was in the middle of carving when he saw Tang Luo, and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Old Wu, didn't we agree last time that you'd teach me carving?"
"Oh, you took that seriously?"
