It really was no trouble. Sun Binghe had lived at Yang Bin's place for a long time.
Ever since Yang Bin had taken him in.
It sounded like no more than the blink of an eye, but Sun Binghe always felt that time there had been gently stretched out, with a clear boundary separating it from everything outside. Even Yang Bin was different there.
Yang Bin actually disliked having outsiders in his home. At first, he had had no choice but to clear out a bedroom for Sun Binghe, thinking things would be fine once he left. Instead, that stay had turned the place into Sun Binghe's permanent base, stocked with all his toiletries and everyday clothes. Sun Binghe had a key and could stay whenever he pleased. Sometimes, after an assignment elsewhere, he would pop back home, and Yang Bin never seemed surprised to see him.
"Assistant Yang has a lot of patience," Shen Lian said.
Sun Binghe shook his head. "Yang Bin wasn't like that at first. Back then, he was young and hotheaded, all sharp edges. The first time I saw him at the conference room door, chewing out an executive who threw his weight around until the man was bowing and scraping, I was stunned."
"So am I," Shen Lian replied.
"He gradually mellowed out." Sun Binghe turned to Shen Lian. "Enough about me. What about you, Teacher Shen? Boss's birthday is coming up. Any ideas?"
Shen Lian said, "I'll have to give it some thought."
A gust of cold wind swept past. Both men unconsciously quickened their pace, worried that heavy snow would hit before long.
Meanwhile, a helicopter circled above the mountain. Once the bodyguards confirmed that the road they had come along was impassable, it flew around to the other side, right where