The sun showered the new day with its warm glow. Li Yitong had already departed during the afternoon, leaving Chen Zheng with a luxurious car.
Chen Zheng hadn't gone out. He stayed in the villa, keeping in touch with his family, including Wei Zixuan, Liu Qianqian, and Li Hao. He sat in the villa, his fingers sliding across his phone screen.
It wasn't until the sun's afterglow was replaced by the night, around seven o'clock, that Chen Zheng received a call from Li Yitong. The banquet was about to begin, and everything was ready.
So, Chen Zheng drove his car toward the Magic Capital Hotel.
Outside the hotel's grand entrance, a beautifully made-up woman was intimately linking arms with a young man. The man was dressed in a bespoke suit and wore a Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist, giving off the impression of a successful businessman.
The woman said coquettishly, "Darling, why is Lily so slow? Should I call her? I'm starving!"
