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Yanhuang International Clubhouse.
At this moment, inside the top-level luxurious President Suite on the eighth floor, sat two men as cold as ice.
The dim lighting cast a warm yellow tone but failed to warm up the atmosphere of the suite.
One man, extremely indifferent, started to speak from one side of the sofa, "You've been in Mofeng City for so long, yet your presence is seldom seen. What major project are you working on?"
He sat quietly, his eyes and brows exuding disdain and cold indifference, his white suit spotless and unwrinkled even as he sat.
He was Han Luoli's other good brother, Bai Xiaoyu.
The man sitting opposite him, equally indifferent but with an air of an emperor, was Han Luoli.
The man sighed quietly to himself and answered, "I'm working a job."
Indeed, he was working a job, bossed around by that heartless little lady, being dragged along to make money; when he thought about it, it was quite unprecedented.
Yet, he found joy in it.
