Talking about Investment? It's More Like Talking about Being Born Lucky...

Twenty minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz G-Class sped onto the scene, kicking up dust in its wake. Huo Qing'ang, dressed in a black suit with a somber and refined expression, appeared as scheduled in everyone's view.

His powerful and noble aura was so out of place that the temperature seemed to drop around him. Even the air itself felt thinner, causing people's hearts to race and their breath to catch.

The director, whose eyes immediately lit up upon seeing the wealthy benefactor, hurriedly approached with a fawning smile. "Mr. Huo, you're here."

Huo Qing'ang raised his gaze and cast a cold, indifferent glance at the director, as if he couldn't see him at all. He walked directly to Gu Pianpian, lightly brushed away some fallen leaves from her shoulder, and whispered, "Why did you come to such a remote filming location? You didn't let me escort you?"

Escort?

Two people who didn't even know each other's locations were talking about being escorted?