On a Southern autumn evening, atop Dragon Mountain, it's still cool without being cold.
The sunset is indescribably beautiful, with the mountain breeze carrying the scent of flowers.
Sitting in this infinitely serene courtyard, Liu Zhizhong and Xiang Wenhua's dinner has already begun.
To prevent any mishaps, the security here remains strict, yet the atmosphere in the courtyard is not oppressive at all.
Near the pond in the courtyard, the two sit at a luxurious marble table, enjoying the gourmet food and wine, and smoking exquisite cigars.
The two of them belong to the refined type, disliking forceful exertion and pursuing controlled moderation—stability is key!
So, they eat slowly, drink slowly. The conversation flows slowly too, mutually resonating and recognizing each other as confidants.
Liu Zhizhong even feels quite fortunate to have such a father-in-law, considering it a great fate.
