The luxurious building complex sprawled like continuous mountains, lying in the pitch-black night. But due to the arrival of Ying Huang, the entire sky was illuminated by a lighting system, with soft and non-dazzling light spreading out, as if the ocean was embracing the red-haired man.
From afar, the No. 2 Hanging Garden looked dazzlingly bright, almost overshadowing the full moon hanging in the night sky.
"I've said several times, Old Li, you should curb this family arrogance. If you still see Qin Shi as a poor student from Old Factory Street, who got lucky in inheriting He Lanchan's legacy and was fortuitously accepted by Nanhuang Daoist School, reconciliation talks would be meaningless."
Ying Huang had a smile on his lips, but it didn't give off a pleasant feeling:
"Respect everyone if you aim to communicate well with them. This is the most important lesson I've learned in my five years at Xuyang Heavy Industry.
