At the appointed time, Wang Cong was already waiting for Fang Jueyu at the entrance of Jiangnan City Villas. Those reporters were truly relentless; they hadn't shown any intention of leaving for days.
After a while, a young man dressed in a trench coat and wearing sunglasses walked out of the complex. He took off his sunglasses, glancing at the group of reporters with a scrutinizing look.
The reporters examined the young man carefully, confirming he wasn't Fang Jueyu, and then naturally made way for him.
After the young man walked out of Jiangnan City Villas, he headed straight for an Aston Martin parked by the roadside.
"Who are you?" Wang Cong was still staring at the complex's entrance, pondering how on earth Fang Jueyu planned to slip through the layers of reporters' encirclement, when the sudden sound of the car door closing interrupted his thoughts.
