The next day.
As the thin mist faded away, the smoky teal color at the edge of the sky receded, a touch of morning light cast upon the earth.
Another day had begun.
Yang Chen stood on the hillside, waiting until the orange sunrise appeared before turning back.
He had been thinking all night yesterday, and this morning he stood there thinking again.
Some things cannot be escaped; it's never a solution.
Just like Meng Po told him yesterday, some things must be filled with other things; otherwise, the soul remains incomplete.
Moreover, Wei Xueqing told him yesterday that for the past few days, the manager of Baisheng Real Estate, Fu Zhou, had been waiting at Longyu Group almost every day, lacking the demeanor of a large corporation's general manager, eager like a salesperson desperate to secure a big deal.
Perhaps, it's time to solve this problem.
Yang Chen went back, and Meng Po had already prepared the meal; everyone was seated at the table waiting.
