"Mr. Chu, when all is said and done, we could be considered old acquaintances. I trust you've been well, Mr. Chu."
Capital City, Century Garden Café, second floor VIP hall.
A tall figure with eyes as sharp as an eagle's, Yang Tianxia sat quietly across the table.
Dressed casually and wearing golden glasses over his nose, Chu Mo appeared indifferent and nonchalant.
This meeting, arranged by Fang Nianhan, was sensitive due to the identities of both Chu Mo and Yang Tianxia; therefore, they didn't meet on each other's turf but in a rather ordinary café.
Chu Mo casually sipped his coffee. The café at his feet was quite famous in Capital City, especially for their signature coffee—rich, aromatic, and with an endless aftertaste, highly coveted by the masses.
Chu Mo nodded towards Yang Tianxia across him and said indifferently,
"Mr. Yang, I trust you've been well."
