Zhuang Ming, who always disliked seeing Zhou Luchen stand, gestured to the sofa. "Would you like to sit and watch?"
Zhou Luchen glanced at Shen Jing in his arms and followed her wishes.
Shen Jing couldn't help but feel amused as she secretly observed their interaction.
"How long will it last?"
Following her gaze toward the fireworks, Zhou Luchen said, "Twenty minutes."
"That's long." Any longer and it would disturb the residents.
So, she wanted to sit on the sofa, but she also wanted Zhou Luchen to hold her, her head resting on his shoulder.
Zhou Luchen looked somewhat fatigued. Ever since landing in Manhattan and then arriving in Huadalas, he had been dispatching people to monitor several large fund transfers. These transfers, often reaching tens of billions, had unclear origins. Fortunately, the outcome was favorable; he had the authority to refuse crediting the funds to United Bank and had no intention of getting involved in such high-risk matters.
