In the Imperial Splendor Villa District, Zhang Duansi, who had just turned thirty-two this year, arrived home as the sun set.
His expression was stern. Having just come from a meeting, he couldn't help but loosen his tie, despite the air conditioning indoors. After all, the attire for work was rather formal; even high-cost, custom-tailored suits couldn't stave off the heat enveloping him as he stepped out of the car!
After taking off his jacket and sitting in the living room for a while, Aunt Zhang hastily brought him a bowl of chilled mung bean soup.
With the increasingly worrying matters these past days, Zhang Duansi no longer despised the overly sweet beverage, and after slightly stirring it with a spoon, he began to drink.
Only when the cool sensation traveled down his throat did he feel somewhat relieved, and he asked, "Where is Ling Yan? Still upstairs?"
