The whole Feng family was in a mess. Feng Sinan entered the cemetery and placed his birth mother’s memorial tablet beside his grandparents.
A drizzle started to fall from the sky. Feng Sinan stood in the cold rain in a thin black coat. Beside him was his secretary, Jin Zhe. Jin Zhe held a black umbrella for him.
“Secretary Jin, you can go first. Wait for me in the car.”
“Yes, President.”
Jin Zhe handed the black umbrella in his hand to Feng Sinan, then turned around and left.
Feng Sinan stood tall with his long legs. His big palm, which was wearing black leather gloves, held the handle of the umbrella gently. Tiny droplets of water splashed on the umbrella and splashed down, small ripples appeared on the side of his trousers and the side of his shiny leather shoes.
Feng Sinan’s deep and narrow eyes fell on his mother’s memorial tablet. There was a picture of his mother smiling the most brightly.
Unfortunately, Feng Sinan no longer had any impression of her.
