Chu Mo and the eldest daughter of the Lu family, Lu Siyue, waved goodbye. He walked out of the Seasons Pavilion lobby, where a black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting at the door. After taking a seat in the back, he glanced at Qiao Huanhuan standing outside the car, looking lost. Giving her a slight wave, the breathtakingly beautiful woman immediately took a seat on the other side of the Phantom.
Once dozens of bodyguards had boarded, the vehicles started up. Under the respectful send-off by the manager of the Seasons Pavilion, the convoy of luxury cars slowly departed.
It was getting dark, and tonight's nightfall seemed exceptionally tranquil. Chu Mo saw the woman in the trench coat beside him slightly tense. Casually, he said,
"No need to be so restrained. Since Fan Zhijian has handed you over to me, I will not treat you unfairly. As long as you're willing to work hard, your future won't be any worse than anyone else's!"
