“We’re just ordinary friends, there’s no need to be distant.” Sara smiled faintly, her fingertips stroking the coffee cup.

Today she will go to the factory with Yan Shen's manager, and she may live there permanently from now on.

The environment was a bit harsh, but Sara didn't mind as long as the ships she designed could be mass-produced.

“I’m planning to open a shipping company and set up a design studio in China. Sara, would you be willing to come and help me?” Wag asked, lowering his tone.

Sara frowned and glanced at him.

Would Wag, a prodigy, lower his stance?

If Wagner had acted this way a few years ago, perhaps they wouldn't have become lovers, but they could still have been good friends.

"The group's board of directors has agreed?" Sara remained unaffected.

She's no longer a teenage girl; she knows what she wants.

Wag's expression stiffened slightly, and the anger in his eyes vanished in an instant.

In Germany, he had never asked anyone for help like this.

"Why did you come to talk to me if you didn't agree?" Sara looked at the man opposite her with a half-smile.

She was handsome and exuded an air of nobility, but unfortunately, she didn't like that now.

“Give me a week, and I’ll fly back to Germany tomorrow…” Wager’s face turned pale, and he struggled to control the anger rising in his throat.

Sara shook her head, looked towards the door, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"I never thought you'd be poaching someone else's girlfriend." Sara's eyes crinkled into a smile.

She had to admit that, in some respects, Wag was just as perceptive as she was.

"We meet again..."

A dark shadow loomed down, and the oppressive aura that followed felt as if a hand had gripped his throat.