The black Rolls-Royce Phantom departed from West Kowloon Station, slowly progressing along the clean, straight main road.
The atmosphere inside the car was quiet; the temperature precisely maintained at the most comfortable level. Outside, the afternoon sun over Xiang River was humid without being oppressive.
In the rear seat on the right-hand side, Tang Song leaned back against the leather seat, his fingers slowly turning through the documents.
On the left side, Lin Muxue leaned forward slightly and asked softly, "President Tang, would you like some water? Or a beverage?"
"Water will do."
Lin Muxue gracefully retrieved a glass-bottled water from the temperature-controlled storage cabinet, thoughtfully opened the cap, and passed it over.
At the moment Tang Song received it, her soft fingertips lightly brushed his palm.
Looking up, he was met by Lin Muxue's big, moist eyes.
Bright and passionate, like a pool of spring water.
Tang Song chuckled lightly and winked at her.
