At last, Nie Zhao took out a handkerchief, wiped away his tears, and picked up the phone.
Song Yuanchao felt a sudden pang of sadness. Here he was, a glorious, classless individual, yet he found himself feeling pity and sympathy for the richest man in half of Hong Kong. How to put it? It was just... very surreal!
Watching him walk over, Sam suddenly said in English, "Song, do you still remember Yueyue?"
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