At 8:30 PM, a massive luxury cruise ship docked at the West Port Forbidden Zone.
Gu Jianlin gazed out through the car window and saw the deck teeming with social elites, each dressed impeccably in lavish attire. It resembled a grand commercial gathering—an extravagant spectacle of wealth and indulgence.
On the phone, Su Youzhu was still berating him, her cool, melodious voice cutting through like ice: "You said you'd just go out to buy me milk tea, and then you ended up stirring up chaos at East Sea International Airport? Do you even realize how dangerous that was? Why couldn't you wait until I recovered and we go together? It's not like Director Li isn't coming back."
*Cough, cough.*
Gu Jianlin, for once, felt a bit guilty and asked, "You know about that already?"
