908 Hey, wake up

Second Ring.

A Hongqi quietly parked at the entrance.

Inside the deep courtyard.

Song Chaoge stared absentmindedly at the desolate courtyard,

"Mr. Song, any results yet?"

Beneath the eaves.

The woman sitting with him had long hair cascading to her waist. She lifted her wrist to brew tea, exuding an innate allure.

Song Chaoge withdrew his gaze and turned his head.

Of course, he couldn't admit he'd gained nothing— the more powerful one is, the more they care about saving face.

He stared at the vapor rising from the tea.

The fragrance was genuine enough.

But in the midst of the sweltering summer,

drinking hot tea?

Of course.

Perhaps it was because this courtyard was so cold, noticeably several degrees lower than the outside temperature.

"Miss Fujiwara, what do you think is the intention behind Great Wall's actions?"

The woman, with hair as smooth as satin, set down the teapot and slowly pushed the teacup forward. "What does Mr. Song think?"