A year later, twenty-one-year-old Shang Yin officially took over the South Sea Yanhuang Group, becoming a renowned executive president.
In September, South Sea, clear skies and crisp air.
At the South Sea Mansion, beneath the patio umbrella, sat several young people with outstanding looks and extraordinary temperament.
"Didn't you say last month that Sister Mo would be back soon?" Gu Yingjun shook his beer can, his eyes filled with confusion, "Brother Yin's birthday has already passed, why hasn't there been any news?"
Shang Qi, with her eyes lowered, was playing on her phone under the table, and she spoke softly upon hearing that, "She'll come back eventually."
"Maybe something came up." Shang Yao was tinkering with a miniature archaeological map, paused his gaze, and looked over at the youth across from him, "Mushi, you've met Sister Mo, right?"
The eighteen-year-old youth raised his uniquely recognizable peach blossom eyes, his voice clear and cool, "I have."
