Came really fast.
Pei Yuanchen curled his lips mockingly, "Let's go."
A few people stood respectfully on both sides, seemingly offering protection, but more like a hostage situation.
Pei Yuanchen sneered inwardly, shoved his hands into his trench coat pockets, and strode toward the airport exit.
...
Two hours later, the car stopped in front of a manor-style villa.
Pei Yuanchen got out of the car and walked in ahead without waiting for the bodyguards to guide him, leaving them exchanging glances silently before following.
The vast villa was unusually quiet, almost deserted.
Pei Yuanchen paused his steps, took a look around, and directly walked into the courtyard.
The courtyard was exquisite and beautiful.
A large white table was set under a huge umbrella.
Behind the table, a man sat with his legs crossed, a smile on his face, his gaze fixed on him.
William Sorren.
He seemed even younger than on TV.
