After more than three hours on the plane, Xiao Luo finally arrived in Dongjing, Ri Nation.
Xiao Luo looked at his watch, and it was 11 at night. Dongjing was an hour ahead of Hua Nation, so it was already midnight when the plane made its approach to the airport. But, Dongjing, being a city that never sleeps, looked like a monster with a glowing body, quietly lying across this vast sprawling land. Looking down at the city by night, lights shimmered and blinked with the same brilliance as the milky way. It is breathtakingly beautiful, and this was what Xiao Luo saw from his window seat.
But he was influenced by Zhang Dashan's words, and he could not stop thinking about the sleaze that was a part of this city's glamor.