By the time Hua Yunliang rushed to Bei Lingfeng's villa, the night had already passed, and the car Shu Jiaojiao had chartered had long since left S City.
The day turned out to be another clear one.
At high noon, the sunlight was particularly grand and scorching, as if summer had already arrived.
The sun that hung high in the sky gave off its light relentlessly, indifferent to whether you were happy or sad, tirelessly shining, never changing for anyone.
It seemed that the sun was the most indifferent spectator in the world.
The person who called Hua Yunliang was Bei Lingfeng's assistant, a quite significant figure within Beisi Group and someone Bei Lingfeng trusted greatly. But even so, when he called Hua Yunliang, he didn't know who was on the other end of the line; he was simply following Bei Lingfeng's previous instructions, to call this person if Bei Lingfeng didn't come to work and he couldn't find him.
