At Feng Internationals,
The air inside the President's office was dark and tense. And so was the look of the President. Feng Shufen was sitting on his enormous leather chair, looking through the files and documents on the computer. His expressions looked so cold and sharp like it could even pierce the toughest rock on Earth.
After every fixed interval, his eyes would get back to look at the paper note that was kept on the side of the table. He wasn't able to concentrate on his work. At this moment there was a knock at the door.
"President Feng!" came a cheerful greeting but the man was in no mood to give any response. His eyes also did not bother to look at the person who had come suddenly to greet him.
