Rong Jing sat in the large president's leather chair, not in his usual carefree and relaxed posture, but rather sitting upright like a diligent student listening intently.
His pair of snake-like eyes were fixed on the computer screen...
The person standing beside him, about to submit work materials, was Deng Wei.
Rong Jing asked him to wait a moment, so he stood there, his gaze falling on the sizable computer screen.
The mother and son's faces were not unfamiliar to him; over the past fifteen years, he had secretly watched them countless times...like a voyeur, timidly observing from a place unknown to them.
Fifteen years...
It was truly an unbearably long time.
Yet he couldn't muster the courage to step in front of the mother and son, even as a stranger.
To greet them, say something, even if only passing by, he didn't dare.
Back then, he insisted on carrying out the mission for Wu Rong because his sister-in-law was about to give birth.
