In Zhang Wenbo's nostrils, the New York air was so enticing.
Filled with the freedom and extravagance of capitalism.
Harboring ideals for the future, he was about to see his American house.
300,000 US dollars—that was all of Zhang Wenbo's savings, but… it didn't matter. Thinking of the beautiful future that awaited, he felt it was all worth it.
As soon as he got off the plane, he couldn't wait to call A-Lian.
But… the call just wouldn't go through.
Zhang Wenbo chuckled and cursed, could this little cutie be planning to surprise him?
Little rascal!
Zhang Wenbo had known her for two years already. This woman frequented high-class circles and drove luxury cars—surely she wouldn't deceive him over a mere 300,000 US dollars.
Even her parents, Zhang Wenbo had personally looked them up, without the least bit of doubt, because the photos really did resemble some mid-level leader.
He returned to the apartment he rented, ready to unpack his luggage quickly and head out.