Mu Dian's mouth curled into a sinister smile as he sat in his luxury car holding a cigar, plumes of smoke spiraling skyward. He turned his head slightly to look at the person in the black Hummer beside him and said, "Gong Heng, our transaction is complete."
Gong Heng sat in the back seat of the Hummer, his expression composed and serene. After Mu Dian spoke, he replied with a nonchalant "Hmm."
Mu Dian observed him, the black sheen of the car doing nothing to hide his elegant demeanor; a sense of extraordinary poise seemed to burst from within the vehicle. His impression of Gong Heng was so profound it was impossible to ignore.
Back in their school days, they attended the same institution.
Wherever they went, girls would scream Gong Heng's name in frenzy, from the women's restrooms to the girls' dormitories, and even at various parties and KTVs. If there were people around, especially women, and even men, Gong Heng would always be a hot topic of conversation.
