The snow-white airplane was like a seagull, cutting through the azure sky.
"It's been a long time since I've come to Kyoto."
Upon landing in the Kyoto hall, Wang sighed deeply, then turned his head to look at the Fourth Miss who happened to be on the same flight as him.
Indeed.
Happened.
"Is the Fourth Miss returning after the meeting? What date? Maybe we can travel together."
Tch.
He's considering going together and returning together.
"Not sure."
To this hottest figure in Haojiang, who is also the family's most handy moneymaking tool, the exotic and model-like Fourth Miss He showed basic politeness—not enthusiastic, yet definitely not cold.
"It's okay, I can wait for the Fourth Miss."
As they walked and talked, entering the airport VIP passage, the entourage quietly followed behind, not a sound to be heard.
"No need, see you in Haojiang."
Zhong Xiaoye, rejected again, paid no mind. Dressed sharply in a suit with slicked hair, he was the epitome of elegance.
