This night, lights were bright inside the Guanlan Villa.
The lights in the study of the male host stayed on until dawn.
Meanwhile, after leaving the dining room.
Xiao Yanli indeed had the driver follow Wa Yue'an for a while.
Yet, this ride was carried out in silence,
without a single spoken word between them.
Their quietness nearly merged with the midnight sky.
The mottled shadows of the trees fell on them, casting a faint shadow over each.
In Xiao Yanli's mind, what appeared were the memories of their interactions over the years.
From strangers to friends, to now as pursuer and pursued, seven years.
The person met at twenty-five, only understood the meaning at thirty-two.
Within those seven years, he had just entered the business arena.
Seven years later, he became the president of the group.
Seven years ago, Wa Yue'an was just a Translator Officer who had just entered the Presidential Mansion.
