Director... Director?
Huang Weiming froze for a moment.
He looked at the young man and woman not far away, and a flash of amazement crossed his eyes.
He could be considered a man of some standing. He had attended quite a few gatherings and seen plenty of handsome men and beautiful women.
Yet not a single one could compare to the two before him.
Not only in appearance, but in temperament as well.
What surprised Huang Weiming most was that the brick that had struck him on the head earlier was now clearly in that young man's hand.
He felt as if he had just awakened from a dream.
Everything that had happened earlier had been an illusion.
"I... I'm not the director," he answered instinctively.
Qi Yuan held the brick, disappointment appearing on his face.
"Just as I thought, it was all a lie. How could you toss a brick anywhere in the capital and hit a director?"
A smile appeared in Canary's lively eyes. "If you want him to be, he can be a director."
"Cheating would be no fun."
The strange conversation between the young man and woman left Huang Weiming completely bewildered.
A brick?
Hitting people?
Director?
So it had not been an illusion?
He wanted to say something else, only to discover that the young man and woman had vanished completely from his sight.
He hurriedly looked around, yet there was no trace of either of them.
He searched everywhere in a panic, but could not find the young man and woman at all.
If they were human... there was no way they could have left his field of vision so quickly.
Could they... be ghosts?
Huang Weiming then gave a bitter smile.
The mental pressure had been too great, and his nerves had grown