As night fell, New York came alive with lights, like a luxuriously dressed noblewoman. Times Square was brightly lit, and the crowd was so dense that cars couldn't move.
Outside the Maybach's window, the neon lights blurred, turning the world into a hazy patchwork of colors.
Inside the car, in the dim light, Gu Qiye's hand had unknowingly started to sweat.
He maintained a façade of calmness, nonchalantly operating a tablet computer.
His fingers swiped the screen, entering the Rainbow Wings' conference software options page, scrolling to the bottom where an option named "Historical Received Files" caught his eye.
After mentally preparing himself, Gu Qiye raised his hand and clicked, causing a list of files to pop up, densely packed, filling his vision.
Each file was labeled with a name and the specific date it was received.
