Yin Guo had no idea that the man in the faded down jacket had just sold a company valued at tens of billions.
She also had no idea that, at the bottom of his drawer, lay an exceptional admission notice from the national table tennis team.
Then one day, a military vehicle pulled up at the school gates. A uniformed officer saluted him. “Mr. Nangong, your uncle has asked you to return to the capital.”
The paddle in Yin Guo's hand hit the snow with a sharp crack.
