It was July, with scorching heat blanketing the land. The intense sun baked the earth.,As the convoy started, Qi Wan Yun, who no longer had any good feelings for Chen Mu, forcefully suppressed her anger. She took out the Romanée-Conti he had ordered, poured a glass and handed it to Chen Mu: “Romanée-Conti, Doctor Chen, please try if it’s authentic.”,He was dressed in such a bizarre manner. It was sweltering summer, yet he wore a thick fur coat, completely obscuring himself. Even his feet were encased in thick woolen boots...。