If that man can truly bring her such a significant advancement, then temporarily rejecting a few television series is not unacceptable. Thus, she resolutely decided: "Okay, Dad. Since you say so, I'll come over right now. Let's meet the day after tomorrow."
At the moment he hung up the phone, a smug smile blossomed on Huo Sizun's face. He murmured to himself, "Lin Beichen, oh Lin Beichen, the treasure I've nurtured for twenty years will soon be in your hands. Even if you merely see her as a regular lover, it would be of great benefit to me."
Meanwhile, Lin Beichen had already gotten into the car that Huo Sizun meticulously arranged. The driver was still the familiar Sima Pingchuan. He glanced at Lin Beichen cautiously and probed, "Mr. Lin Beichen, may I know where would you like to go?"
Lin Beichen snorted coldly, his tone carrying unquestionable authority: "Take me back to the previous apartment; I need to rest."
