The phone rang again.
The man answered with evident impatience.
On the other end was a maid from the Noemi Manor in Chicago, carefully explaining.
"She's drinking wine, and I'm quite worried about her, blowing in the night air outside, she said, the artistic institution has signed an 'Auction Consignment Agreement' with them."
"She said she's happy, very happy."
"I couldn't persuade her to come inside, she's drunk half a bottle."
Xu Jingxi answered the call while stepping out of the conference hall, walking down the steps, and got into the car.
One could imagine the girl, wearing a thin nightgown, lonely, viewing the night scenery of the manor.
She had been in Chicago for over a month.
The girl, after drinking, was completely unaware of the text messages received on her phone, not caring about the amount of money at all.
She would always say softly, "Mr. gives whatever is needed."
Chen Rong started the car, his peripheral vision sweeping over the rearview mirror.
