A brilliant light enveloped the whole Earth, and countless images he had once experienced flashed through Li Xiaoqiang's mind—from a babbling toddler gradually growing up, learning to read...
After all the images flashed by, Li Xiaoqiang opened his eyes.
With a flicker of his figure, he appeared across from the Oriental Pearl Tower in Shanghai. It was morning, and many people were here watching the sunrise.
No one noticed anything unusual about Li Xiaoqiang.
The sea breeze blew, making his hair dance.
Breathing the familiar air, Li Xiaoqiang murmured, "Returning to my roots, this is where I truly belong!"
Saying this, Li Xiaoqiang turned his hand, and a phone appeared in his palm.
Li Xiaoqiang dialed a number and said, "Hey, Long San, I'm across from the Oriental Pearl Tower."
"Chairman, I finally hear your voice! Oh my God, I'll quickly share this news with Madam and the others."
Li Xiaoqiang smiled slightly and said, "Don't get too excited. Prepare a yacht for me."
