1222 Towards the Stars

The northern part of the country was snowing, but the southern regions were covered by a sunny sky. The boundless horizon over the sky of Shanghai was so clear that its blue sky was as though it had just been washed by water.

At Paradise Manor.

Tang Xiu was quietly sitting in a hundred-plus square meters spacious room while holding a cup of hot tea. He looked at the four people sitting in front of him, Duanmu Lin, Tang Yunpeng, Mo Yi, and Kang Xia.

"Tang Xiu, we have all drank two cups of tea and waited for you for a while here. You told me on the phone that you have a big plan in mind. What exactly is it? Don't keep us guessing here, will you?" Duanmu Lin put down his teacup with a helpless expression on his aged face.

"I should have gone to the municipal office to report now, Xiu'er. But I rushed over directly at your call." Tang Yunpeng nodded and said, "Don't blame me if I get mad at you if you don't have anything important."