There was a man sitting in the black car. He looked at the lighted windows of the high-rise building, and said silently in his heart: "Of course, brother lie will not let you be wronged again."

"Mr. President, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. If you don't leave, the road may be closed at night." The driver Qiao Min waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Mr. President's order, so he had to remind him loudly.

"Go to Chengbei Sanatorium." Quan Nanzhai ordered in a deep voice.