Qiao Chengxun got out of the car leisurely, not in a hurry at all, and called out to the hurrying figure of the girl, "Don't walk so fast in high heels."
"Who wants to deal with you..." Wen Meimei dropped a petulant remark before she vanished behind the doors of the Wen family mansion.
Qiao Chengxun knocked on the car window, and Xiaoming, in silent agreement, rolled it down.
"I won't be returning tonight, come back tomorrow morning."
"Yes, boss." Xiaoming responded and quietly drove the car away.
Qiao Chengxun felt his mood lighten and followed to the entrance of the Wen family residence.
He intended to go inside, but his peripheral vision was drawn to a desolate garden not far off.
...
The high hall inside the front room of the Wen residence was packed, a scene of great merriment.
At Wen Zhenguo's 58th birthday, not only had relatives and friends been invited, but some key business partners were also there, including those who had come to fawn over Qiao Chengxun.