Chen Gong looked at Ling Qinglan and wasn’t surprised, because Ling Qinglan had contacted him in his real identity before. And he was not surprised any more after several months. Since then, they had contact secretly but had no chance to communicate face to face because of their situations.

“You’ve come just at the right moment. Drink the rest of wine with me.”

Chen Gong looked at Ling Qinglan and a bitter smile crawled on his face under the light of the ...