Time flows like water, and in the blink of an eye, it's already the next day. As the sunlight rose from the horizon, illuminating the entire Huaxia Land, Lu Tianxing, fully dressed, walked out of the hotel and drove a car that Han Zifeng had sent over last night, heading straight towards the airport without any pause.
Meanwhile, at the Yang Family.
Yang Anlong sat solemnly on the sofa, his face icy cold, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. Through the swirling smoke, his eyes appeared particularly menacing, like a venomous snake exuding a chilling aura.
In front of Yang Anlong, a somewhat frail middle-aged man stood respectfully, not daring to even take a deep breath, a hint of sweat on his forehead. Even though a full ten minutes had passed since he entered, Yang Anlong hadn't said a single word, but the middle-aged man dared not show any dissatisfaction, only standing there respectfully.
