"October, it's soon. If you like to watch, should I reserve a live ticket for you?"
The young girl enthusiastically extended the invitation, and Cheng Jinyan naturally wouldn't refuse.
He curved his lips and said warmly to her, "Sure, I'll definitely go."
…
As the two spoke, it was time for the plane to take off.
Amidst the loud sound of airflow, the plane taxied off the tarmac and into the clouds.
Qiu Weiren, who was sleeping, was awakened by the inertia of the plane's takeoff. He took off his eye mask, rubbed his dry eyes, and looked up to see Cheng Jinyan speaking with Ruan Qi.
Qiu Weiren's eyes suddenly widened.
Though he had spent ten years in prison, Qiu Weiren would often read newspapers and watch news within the confines. He knew that over the past decade, the major centennial families of China had been in constant turmoil, and many powerful figures had fallen in these struggles.
But among these powerful figures, the Cheng family was definitely not included.
