Lin Xiaosu got off the high-speed train.
At this moment, Jiangcheng already showed the scenery of winter.
The Yangtze River seemed calmer.
The sound of the ship's whistle on the river gained more penetration, as if accompanied by winter, spreading to the vast Jiang Han Plain.
At the exit of the high-speed rail station, a blue car added a touch of warmth and romance to the cold street.
A beautiful woman in an autumn dress leaned against the car, giving a scene full of aesthetic beauty: "Hi!"
Lin Xiaosu swung the small bag on his hand onto his shoulder and walked over leisurely: "Has the money been transferred?"
"What do you mean? Do I have to settle the performance fee first? Isn't that a bit presumptuous?" Ding Ruoshui glanced at him sideways.
Lin Xiaosu's hand fell, landing on her shoulder: "Only when the money hits the account will I hug and kiss you, otherwise, no deal!"
