A week before the Spring Festival, Josie turned eighteen and celebrated her coming-of-age ceremony in Pok Fu Lam.
At two in the afternoon, after all the guests had dispersed, a stretched black Bentley slowly entered through the villa's front gate.
It was Chen Song's first visit here after many years.
Why he came, he couldn't clearly explain.
Last night's dream remained vivid, lingering persistently.
It was as if an incessant voice urged him from the depths of his mind; he had to go and see that child.
The mysteries in his heart needed to be unraveled.
When the butler announced that the chairman had arrived at the front courtyard, Liang Weining thought she had heard wrong. After confirming it from the porch, she froze for two seconds before returning to her room to change her clothes and go downstairs.
Mr. Chen was in his study dealing with urgent work issues; the project was critical and he probably couldn't get away.
