"Uncle Zhang, who did you contact?"
Chen Xiangbei asked curiously.
"You'll know when the time comes."
Zhang Zhicong left him hanging, as many things were not yet settled, and it was best not to give Chen Xiangbei too high of an expectation.
Soon, the R36 drove up to a small villa in the Midwestern District, a traditional affluent area of Hong Kong Island, and further up was the often-mentioned Half Mountain Villa District seen in TV series.
The two entered the villa's courtyard, and at the door stood a middle-aged woman around forty years old. Chen Xiangbei estimated her identity and politely greeted, "Hello, Auntie."
"Hello, Xiangbei, must have been tiring for you on the road."
Auntie Zhang greeted him with a full smile, her husband had been praising Chen Xiangbei to the skies recently.
As the saying goes, 'Love me, love my dog,' she also had a good impression of this young man.
