Mo Xiangwan snapped back to reality and smiled, "President Tang is indeed charming."
...
9 o'clock in the morning.
The black Maybach S680 slowly started, merging into the streets of Shanghai.
Outside the car window were the bustling crowds and the vibrant cityscape.
More than half an hour later.
Tang Song, lost in thought with his head down, suddenly noticed his glasses brighten.
His heart skipped a beat as a peculiar intuition flooded his mind—Su Yu was nearby.
He instinctively lifted his head, looking through the car window.
A faint layer of a purple halo seemed to swirl in the air, dreamlike and surreal, as if the entire world were enveloped in a mysterious filter.
The bonding effect of [Su Yu's Glasses] and [Tang Song's Glasses] was triggered!
