That afternoon, Peng Ming had taken a flight to Danyang, but the guy looked a bit rough with a bruised nose and swollen face, wearing big sunglasses. According to the address given by Ling Fan, he directly took a taxi and rushed over.
Standing at the door of the villa, Peng Ming excitedly dialed Ling Fan's number, "Boss, I'm at your doorstep now, the doorstep with two little stone lions, I didn't go to the wrong door, did I?"
"Creak!"
The gate was pushed open, and there stood a youth radiating with brightness, none other than Ling Fan himself.
Peng Ming immediately took off his sunglasses, his heart pounding uncontrollably as he stared, dumbfounded, at the figure before him, still so familiar.
"Boss....." Peng Ming's eyes were a bit moist.
"Alright, stop fussing, come on in!" Ling Fan called out impatiently.
Once inside the villa, Peng Ming finally gathered his thoughts, "Boss, tell me, what exactly have you been doing these past two years, how did you end up here!"