Night had fallen, the early lights were on, and Hanghu was illuminated with thousands of lights. The luminous glow enveloped the entire city, hazy and indistinct, resembling a classical beauty, half-hiding her face with a pipa, stunningly beautiful to behold.
On such a beautiful night, He Fenghua, known as a rising star in the Jiangnan business world, was not mingling in the pleasure grounds like those spoiled children of wealth, instead, he was sitting alone in a teahouse by West Lake, sipping tea and enjoying the night view of the lake.
"Bang bang—"
The knocking sound brought He Fenghua's gaze back from the night scene of West Lake. He gently set down the teacup and said calmly, "Come in."
Creak!
The door opened in response, and Xu Weize appeared at the doorway.
He was still dressed in his favorite Armani, carrying a classic Hermes men's bag and wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, exuding an air of a career elite from head to toe.
