At this moment, the flower boat had already made its way to the center of the river. The river breeze drifted in through the window, pleasantly refreshing all within. The gentle sound of water lulled the ear, adding an air of wilderness to the scene. With soft beauties by one's side, it was little wonder the Water Flower House thrived so well—truly a haven for all who cherished elegance.
Yet however fine the atmosphere, it had nothing to do with Shen Hao. He had always deemed himself sharp-witted, able to see three steps beyond each move, seldom finding himself a cat's paw kept in the dark. But tonight, he'd had his first taste at the hands of Jiang Cheng.
Never in his wildest dreams did Shen Hao imagine he'd be brought along as a gunman.
So it turned out that what Jiang Cheng said in the order about "following directions" was earnest, not just idle evasion—there was indeed a task for him!
