"Damn it, damn it... Paul, you son of a bitch, you've got no soul..."
Outside the window, the heavy snow had stopped, leaving the ground blanketed in pristine white. Inside the quiet second-floor study, Zhang Tiancheng was flying into a rage, staring at the computer screen and swearing continuously.
At half-past ten, Zhang Tiancheng had gotten up. Since lunchtime was approaching fast, he skipped breakfast, washed up, and went straight to the study to read.
Chapter 424