Chen Pingsheng actually quite liked the little secretary, Tang Jing.
Especially her little mouth, just like that spoiled brat, thinking of playing the unspoken rules just for going to work. But I wasn't going to indulge her at all.
Her parents are well-off too, and they did a decent job raising their daughter.
Chen Pingsheng sat in the café for a while and then planned to head home. To be honest, there are a lot of nice things about Golden Mountain, especially the traffic.
Even driving a Bugatti, he can speed up a bit, instead of being ridiculously overtaken by someone on a shared bike.
He still lives in a villa halfway up the hill, an especially large house, three floors high. When he bought the house, his little sister excitedly tagged along.
Her home is right next to his.
Er Piya is still studying in the city and might not come home at night, so Golden Mountain has become a stage for her older sister.
