After some more thought, he figured there wasn't much holding him in Yang City. He definitely had enough time to make a trip back to Peng City to attend a golf club gathering.
So, the next day at noon, Lin Chu headed out.
By a little after two in the afternoon, Lin Chu had arrived. He had already contacted Jin Jiaying, who was waiting for him at the parking lot exit, holding an umbrella.
She didn't see Lin Chu's Mercedes. Instead, she saw him get out of a Rolls-Royce with a Guangdong A license plate, and she immediately came jogging over.
The hem of her white miniskirt fluttered, conveying a sense of delight.
'Ever since he got his membership, Lin Chu has only come twice,' she thought. 'He seems completely indifferent—so extravagant it makes your heart ache for him. A monthly fee of over two hundred thousand, and he treats it like money down the drain.'
