The roundtable meeting, interrupted by the burly man, did not continue, because the young lady yawned, her eyes glazed over: "I'm sleepy. You can continue your discussion, and let me know when you have a result."

"Grandpa Butler, I'm going to sleep now. Don't wake me unless it's important." The butler smiled as he watched Wen Yuning leave.

He turned his head, his eyes filled with apology.

He bowed slightly and left, not knowing where he would rest.

"Forget it, let's not discuss it anymore. I have to get up early again tomorrow," Lu Xingyun sighed and complained.

For these young people, the most beautiful time of the morning shouldn't be spent getting out of bed; they should definitely stay in bed.

"Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy. Did you ever have that kind of opportunity before? You must have been playing on your phone until the early hours of the morning." Yuan Qingli glanced at her sideways.

Bo Zijin didn't speak, a slight sneer playing on her thin lips.

For a CEO, a mobile phone is just a tool, and spending unnecessary time on it is simply a waste of life.

Taking regular rest is just a regular thing for him.

Fang Zhiyou's head was tucked into his hat. He never took a break. As an assassin, he was either killing people or on his way to kill people.

Perhaps only at the moment of being killed is he truly free, so he cherishes this rare moment of peace and rest.

"By the way, the bus station starts at the North Bus Terminal." The burly man's loud voice came through the wall. "Route 38, remember to arrive early."

Yuan Qingli opened the Baide APP to find the bus terminal; the route was very simple.

Turn left after exiting the gate and head north; it's about 30 kilometers away.

Yuan Qingli had a slight headache. The bus departed at 6 o'clock, and for this distance, it would take at least an hour and a half to get there by electric scooter.

Half an hour of beauty sleep is gone.

However, she wasn't worried because...

"Driver Lu?" Yuan Qingli called out to Lu Xingyun, "Take me to the station at 4:30 tomorrow."

Lu Xingyun noticed that the corner of his mouth was twitching a little, probably because he had been smiling bitterly too much lately.

Nighttime brings an accumulation of loneliness.

It was 4 a.m. Lu Xingyun patted his sharply defined face as he got up.

"I've never seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m., but I'm getting up that early in the game. Does that mean I'm as great as the Mamba?"

Lu Xingyun jumped up with all his might, making a shooting motion, and also trying to drive away the sleepiness in his mind.

"Young Miss, get up and drive the bus." Lu Xingyun slammed the door shut, not caring whether it would disturb others.

The door creaked open.

“I’ve finally realized something.” Lu Xingyun looked at Yuan Qingli, as if he had just understood.

"Um?"

The only response was a nasal sound, and his eyelids drooped lazily.

"You must have thick skin, wearing a cheongsam in this cold weather."

"I'm not thick-skinned, you must be itching for a beating." Yuan Qingli was still sleepy, but Lu Xingyun's words instantly killed her drowsiness.

At four o'clock in the morning, day and night meet, the Milky Way is hidden, and a few cool breezes are sent out from the morning mist.

Lu Xingyun carried Yuan Qingli along the brightly lit road, heading straight ahead.

"Why don't you pick up a fare on your way?" Yuan Qingli reminded her, smoothing her disheveled hair.

"We mean, we only start delivering food at 5 o'clock."

"What do you think of yesterday's first character, which was sixty-four?" Lu Xingyun changed the subject. "I noticed you seemed hesitant to speak at the time."

"What do you think?" Yuan Qingli kicked the ball back.

“Possibly the first character, with sixty-four strokes.” Lu Xingyun glanced at the rearview mirror, and Yuan Qingli indeed had a “you’re fucking kidding me” expression.

“There are characters with 64 strokes, aren’t there?” Yuan Qingli suddenly thought.

"So, it's related to the Four Dragons Flying to the Sky?" Lu Xingyun recalled the word he had seen before.

The character is a combination of the traditional Chinese character for "dragon" and means someone who talks a lot or is very talkative.

Yuan Qingli was unwilling to elaborate on questions she hadn't figured out; all she could offer was a range of guesses.

“From a mathematical perspective, from the perspective of the English alphabet, various decompositions… and so on, are all possible.”

"Alright, let's discuss this when we have more information. It's really cold in this city at four in the morning."

Yuan Qingli smiled: "Thanks to you for blocking most of the wind for me."