"Not from our kind, his heart will surely be different!"
The man in black sitting in the driver's seat nodded and respectfully asked, "Uncle Quan, shall we head back to Huang City directly?"
"No, go to Jinyuan Hotel."
Indeed, it was Uncle Quan, but he wasn't the real Hua Lang, whom Alston feared to death.
He was just filling in temporarily.
For various reasons, Tang Mei had once had multiple identities, but now only three remained, Hua Lang, Professor Tang, and the boss of Shen Shiyi.
If she could choose, she just wanted to be a simple, old woman living out her remaining years in peace.
The greater the power, the heavier the responsibility!
At this moment, in Nanfeng Mansion, Tang Mei looked at Wang Jinghui, who was sleeping soundly, and gently smiled.
She slowly removed the ruby ring from her right hand, delicately touched it, examined it carefully, and then put it back on her ring finger.
"Just perfect, indeed quite beautiful!"
