Evening.
Seven o'clock.
The black luxury car slowly drove to the entrance of the Gong residence.
Suddenly, Gong Mingye said, "Stop the car."
"Yes, President."
Gu Heng stopped the car.
The car was extremely quiet. The two of them sat silently.
Gong Mingye glanced at the Gong residence in the dark.
It was majestic and magnificent.
However, it didn't have any appeal to him. It only felt desolate and cold.
Heh...
It was the most hated festival of the year again.
Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence in the car.
Gong Mingye absentmindedly took out his phone.
Seeing the caller ID flashing on the screen, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and answer the call.
On the other side, Gu Wan'an said, "Gong Mingye, where are you?"
"What's wrong?"