October 23rd.
Monday.
The company dinner had ended.
The ghosts and goblins of Hong Kong had been dealt with.
Finally, I could have some peace—today's weather wasn't bad either. Early in the morning, Tang Qing was fishing in the manor's lake while Lin Jiaxue kept him company, fishing with a straight hook. Only Tang Qing would find such a dull activity entertaining.
After all, he wasn't going to eat what he caught.
Why put the fish through such trouble then?
However,
before it even reached noon,
Qin Yugang arrived, alongside a familiar face, his former boss—
Feng Hai.
Walking into the manor,
Feng Hai couldn't help but look around; in the domestic scene, villas are a tycoon's 'standard issue', but a manor like this is truly hard to come by. Even if regular rich folks wanted to build one, they would not necessarily be so ostentatious about it.
Uncle wasn't at home.
So, Tang Qing took up the duty of hosting.
"Sorry to intrude, hope you don't mind."