The night grew deeper, silent and still.
Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian, after having dinner with Xia Qingqing, dealt with company affairs for over an hour before returning home, where it was already midnight.
Autumn, the evening breeze was cool.
Looking down from the balcony of the house, the hazy lights, the treetops by the riverside path swayed gently and shook, as if they were whispering and murmuring to each other.
The bright moon hung high, stars twinkling, their light intersecting with the pale yellow street lamps to sketch a mottled pattern of light and shadow on the ground, moving rhythmically with the wind. In the distance, the rushing sound of water intermingled with occasional car horns, reached Lin Chuan's ears.
Lin Chuan leaned on the balcony, his thoughts resting on the Morgan Group.
Now, all he could think about was how to squash the Morgan Group for good!
