The sky began to clear up after several days.
Xia Ling was counting the days, wondering whether Feng Kun was done with his leg work. At the rate things were going, it would only get harder from here on; it was getting increasingly difficult for her to conceal the truth on her end. She called Chu Chen to send her to Imperial.
At the door was Pei Ziheng's Rolls-Royce.
Pei Ziheng was a pretty inflexible guy. He was particular about his cars. Hence, he owned three identical models, just so that it would be convenient for him if he had to send any one of them for service, or in the off chance that it was involved in an accident.
Right now, one of the three identical cars was waiting for her at the door.
Chu Chen invited her to get on.
Xia Ling didn't move from the door. "We are going to Imperial, on this?" It was ridiculous. Everyone in Imperial knew that the car belonged to their Boss.
"This is what Boss intends." Chu Chen merely responded.
