South Kensington, London, seven in the morning.
One of the richest areas with the most expensive housing and prices in the world is bathing in the golden morning light, welcoming the new year.
In the quiet garden villa area, on the long dining table on the third floor terrace of the white bungalow, there are fresh bouquets dipped in morning dew and three delicate breakfasts that have not been started. When Zhang Hongjun sat down at the dining table, he saw his son leaning against Talking on the phone at the railing, noticed her approaching, just stretched her brows slightly, nodded at her, and then turned to continue talking.
Zhang Hongjun raised his eyebrows so he turned his ears to listen.
“Are you sure she just went to Jinguang City to meet Song Mian?”
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