Her fingertips lightly tapped on the laptop in front of her, her gaze passed over the subordinates still fervently discussing in the cabin and landed on the magnificent, boundless sea of clouds outside the window.
She felt like she was in a different world.
Then, the corners of her lips slowly lifted.
Tang Song, Tang Song.
Meeting you was truly the best arrangement that heaven has made for my life.
...
9:45 AM.
Chang'an, south suburb, Ruixiang Garden District.
The air in this 89-square-meter two-bedroom apartment outside the third ring was filled with a frantic and tense atmosphere.
Lin Muchuan, dressed in a semi-new business suit, stood in front of the mirror, repeatedly adjusting his tie.
Father Lin Baoshan paced back and forth in the living room, frowning and occasionally glancing at the clock.
Mother Wang Suxia sat on the edge of the sofa, carefully patting the small grandson in her arms who had just turned six months old.
Today was an unusual day for their family.
