Outside the villa hotel.
A luxury black sedan was parked, and a distinguished man sat inside.
He was dressed in a black and white suit, wearing leather gloves on his hands.
His hair was slightly longer than before, adding a touch of vulnerable beauty to his forehead that complemented the tear mole under his eye.
He was none other than He Jitang, who was supposed to be in Switzerland.
He sat quietly in the car, enjoying the lonely night.
Chen Er was also in the car, trembling as he said, "Young Master Ji, you should go back abroad to recuperate! In City B, Miss Su and President Bao are handling things, you are not needed."
He Jitang said nothing.
Chen Er, in a nagging tone, added, "Ancestor, please! If you keep this up, the senior master and lady will worry themselves to death."
"They know." He Jitang took off his leather gloves, his voice faint.
Chen Er fell silent.
