The former tattoo enthusiast, now bodyguard and driver Tian Liang turned the steering wheel, smoothly guiding the black business car onto the highway.
Behind the partition, there were four airline seats facing each other.
Dapeng was sunk deep into the seat, eyes vacant, silent for a long time, seemingly still immersed in the atmosphere of the gathering.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sitting opposite, Fang Zheng fiddled with his phone and smiled:
"Surprised by my success now?"
"Quite surprised, actually." Dapeng's eyes moved slightly, saying:
"I never expected my buddy to be so capable, now I have something impressive to boast about to people."
"Monk..."
"How did you do it?"
"Coincidence." Fang Zheng shrugged:
"Luck accounted for ninety percent, only ten percent was skill."
"Why don't I have such good luck?" Dapeng shook his head, not probing further, but rather contemplatively said:
"I've made up my mind."
"Getting married!"
