Fei Jiang only realized much later what Chuzheng's initial gift signified.
Four different companies, extracted individually just enough to form—Happy Birthday.
Things she didn't say were expressed to him in this way.
Yet Fei Jiang's surprise didn't stop there.
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The spring snow melted, yet the air still held a bit of chill.
Chuzheng came out of the room, the villa bustling with people back and forth, looking somewhat busy.
"What's going on?" Chuzheng pulled a servant over.
"Madam." The servant addressed her: "Sir has guests."
"Guests?"
How did she not know the Good Person Card had guests?
"Yes." The servant nodded.
Chuzheng waved her hand, letting the servant go back to work.
Chuzheng wandered outside the reception hall, where the door was open, faint sounds audible inside.
Chuzheng looked around, confirming no one was there, and pretended to wander over, peering inside.
There were several people inside, whom Chuzheng hadn't seen much.
Who are they?
