Snow fell on New Year's Day in Li City.
The whole city was draped in silver, a blanket of cold white.
At Li City International Airport, four or five cars slowly drove up to the business apron.
The cars looked like ordinary Passats, but in reality, they were understated luxury Phaetons.
In no time, the convoy stopped near the Yan Emperor's Special Plane.
Shang Lu was the first to get out of the car, first looking left and right, then with a scowl asked, "Where exactly did you take my Sirbey?"
Inside the cabin, Li Qiao watched through the porthole as a man stepped out, clad in a gray woolen coat. His upright posture was not inferior to Shang Yu's, but the expression on his face, after speaking with Shang Lu, was slightly gloomy.
Qin Si!
Li Qiao vaguely remembered this figure. A few years ago, when she was imprisoned by Shang Yu on the Solitary Island, Qin Si was the only one who set foot there.
