That night, Yang Fan returned to the villa on Dragon Patrol Island, it was the last night, and truth be told, he felt a bit reluctant to leave.
It's a great place, Yang Fan would come back, and later in life, this would be the first choice for retirement.
It was eight o'clock, and after dinner, Yang Fan suddenly remembered there was one last person to see on Dragon Patrol Island.
He took out his phone and dialed Su Lingrong's number: "Off work yet?"
"Should I pretend to be hard-working and say I'm still at work, working overtime?"
"No need for that, you're the workaholic, no need to worry, you'd still work overtime even if I didn't say anything."
"Alright, why is Mr. Yang not asleep yet so late?"
Yang Fan rubbed his chin: "Leaving tomorrow, let's meet, talk about work and all the matters on Dragon Patrol Island."
"So soon? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"If you say you'll miss me, I'd be very happy."
