Two hours later.
Ancient castle.
Night was deep.
Switzerland and Sudan are in adjacent time zones, but the time it gets dark is roughly the same.
"You're still so dashing, Director Tang."
Jack Ma said with a smile.
Getting off the car.
Thinking back to last year, it was here as well. Tang Qing said it was a long-term rental, but Jack Ma felt it was as if Tang Qing bought it, with renovations all around to suit his taste.
Usually, when renting, you wouldn't make such big changes.
Of course.
You can't look at Tang Qing with common sense, or you won't understand. Four years ago, who would have thought that a high school student would, four years later, possess wealth so enormous it makes you dizzy—unimaginable.
"Please."
Enter the house.
A fighter served tea.
Though it was late.
