Wesker Winery.
When Li Qiao arrived, it was already three quarters past five.
The vast vineyard estate stretched as far as the eye could see, with a row of eye-catching luxury cars parked orderly near the fountain in front of the castle.
Although the winery was located in the suburbs, it never lacked wine connoisseurs.
Li Qiao circled around the fountain, stepped onto the steps of the castle, and unexpectedly bumped into an acquaintance.
The other party was on the phone, one hand in his pocket, standing tall and straight. His gray suit paired with a black overcoat that reached past his knees made him look perfectly elegant in the court-style winery lobby.
"Drive forward, when you see the signpost..."
Before he could finish speaking, he glanced forward casually, and his gaze suddenly froze.
Outside the castle, as the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding night lamps lit up one by one, casting Li Qiao's slender figure in an especially fragile light.
