In the garden of Dingtian Group's leisure villa, the lawn was redecorated. The table was covered by a white table cloth, and beside the table, fresh flowers were organized into the letters, spelling out "Happy-Birthday" in petals.
Today was Yunan Xiao's birthday, and Dai Li had arrived here early. However, he was currently holding his phone with a bitter face.
"Mr. Li, we have arrived at the highway entrance, and will arrive in half an hour, without a traffic jam." A man was talking through the phone.
Dai Li sighed with helplessness. Yunan Xiao's birthday party was about to begin, but Dai Li's birthday gift for her, a Ferrari fxx, was still on the way. It was not the shipping company's fault. Dai Li had found a European shipping company, which offered nice service, but the car was stuck at Customs.
