It was called an invitation, but in reality, it was a very small Identity Card. Made of blue metal with refined craftsmanship, it was housed in a black box crafted from heavy wood. To the uninformed, it might have seemed like some expensive piece of art.
However, its price wasn't much different from that of an actual artwork.
When Wen Jiaojiao had proposed buying it, the seller quoted over a million, even claiming it was a friendship price. At the time, her mother had spent more than that sum in money and connections just searching for this invitation.
In Hong Kong Island that year, a million could accomplish a great deal.
Yet Xu Si offered the money without hesitation, casually, as if it were nothing.
Wen Jiaojiao didn't rush to leave after delivering the card. She sat on the plush sofa in the Xu Mansion, warily swinging the small box, and asked softly, "Asi, when are you planning to go?"
"We'll see."
