Xia Shuangming got into a white Maserati sports car. A slender finger hooked his mask by his ear. Just as he was about to take it off, he smiled elegantly instead.
I've long become accustomed to all the pretenses, I've long become accustomed to this life, why bother becoming someone else? Xia Shuangming spoke softly, his eyes beneath the mask shimmering with a serene yet profound light.
The identity of that person and their world had long since drifted far away from him. He couldn't even remember anything anymore…
Everything about the Qi Family no longer concerned him…
Forget it then! Forget it all!
Being alone, how wonderful!
Xia Shuangming smiled again, relaxed, as if it was just like every time he found a major buyer and effortlessly sold off a treasure!
But when a certain thought occurred to him, he still felt a bit uneasy.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Boss, what are your orders?"
"Look up someone, Long Shangxuan."
"Understood."
