Xiangjiang's night carries a gentle sea breeze.
Unlike downslope, the mountain top mansions really have a comfortable air, a glance would make all other tall buildings seem trivial.
No doubt, those who live here are the elites of Xiangjiang.
Shen Youwei also came, donned in a white down jacket, hopping up and down to keep warm.
Wrapping herself up tightly.
In January, the mountaintop is even colder than the countryside.
Mansions so big, they could house a hundred people, with several top-class cars parked outside that haven't been driven for over a year.
It has been so long since I've been here that I nearly forgot how sweet the air can be.
Shen Youwei tiptoed to take a few more breaths.
Chen Pingsheng asked what she was doing, she said she was earnestly making money.
Wasn't there a report stating it?
A breath of air on the mountaintop costs five bucks, tonight she surely would gulp down ten thousands worth.
The extra stored in her belly for times when she runs short.
