The second brother arrived back in Beijing on Sunday evening at seven o'clock.
As he was slowly driving into the Xinyu auto shop, he looked around curiously towards the garage door to see if Jiang Yan was there.
But even as he pulled into a parking space at the entrance, he still hadn't caught a glimpse of his brother's figure.
Relieved, the second brother got out of the car and entered the shop, asking Dai Lei, "When did my brother leave?"
Dai Lei looked up at him with a complex expression and said, "You're back pretty early, I thought you'd be in North City for a week."
"A week?" the second brother exclaimed, "Are you kidding me? I'm supposed to abandon my shop? Stop making money?"
"Making money isn't as sweet as love!"
"What's the use of sweet love if you've got no money to spend?"
Dai Lei looked at the second brother in amazement, "Not bad, you're not blinded by love; you can stay clear-headed even when you're knee-deep in romance. I'm impressed!"
