Lapland.
Leng Zimo played with a cigar between his fingers as he strolled leisurely through this Northern European town.
It was already late at night in Lapland, yet the sun was still bright. The streets were likewise busy with tourists from various countries.
As there were not many Chinese people here, Leng Zimo wasn't worried about being recognized.
With no industrial pollution, the sky was as pure as a gemstone. The street was lined with Nordic-style wooden houses, everything seemed like a kingdom out of a fairy tale.
Noticing a 24-hour shop by the street, he remembered the errand Xu Xiaoyang had entrusted to him and immediately went over, pushing the shop's door open.
Ding-dong!
The bell hanging on the door rang out pleasantly.
A little girl with beautiful big eyes who was reading in a corner immediately stood up from the sofa and asked in English, "Can I help you with something?"
"A postcard!" Leng Zimo replied in English.
