By the time he exited the instance, it was already broad daylight.
His wives had gone to work downstairs long ago, and Zhao Xiaoxiao had gone to school too.
After washing up and eating the breakfast his wives had left for him, Jiang Siming went to the garage and casually picked a car to drive to work.
There were now more than fifty luxury cars in the garage. Even after each of his wives took one, more than half would still remain.
The golden sports car he had picked up from a fragment was still parked in the garage too. He had never driven it.
It was mainly because it was too outrageous. Driving it out would have been a little too flashy and pretentious, so he had left it alone.
Every day, simply deciding which car to take out was a source of trouble. Sigh, the troubles of the rich.
After arriving at the company, Jiang Siming first went to knock on the door of the apartment where Kite lived.
He had assumed Kite would still be asleep, but the door opened with a click, and Kite said apologetically that she had been training.
Only then did Jiang Siming notice that her room's computer had already been set up. Wearing headphones, Kite was completely absorbed in her training.
She was not playing PUBG, but "aihero," a small game for practicing FPS marksmanship.
Almost every professional player trained in it every day. Of course, Jiang Siming, that freak, was the exception.
Kite invited Jiang Siming to sit down and poured him a glass of water.
She had just moved in and had not had time to buy any drinks or anything.
"The legal department just told me that your deposit and rent have both been refunded. Six months of rent