City C. Zhao Investment Corporation.
There's a suffocating silence inside the CEO's room as the three men in different ages sat on the couch with poker face but the occasional taps on the floor and table betrayed their inner self as their anxiety peaked. Suddenly, the hidden door was opened and Wang Lei strode in slowly without any noise albeit he wore a military boots. The younger men sprang up from their seats when they realised he had come.
"Evening, everyone. How are you, son?" He gripped Zhao Shufen's shoulder gently for once before he sat down on the couch.
"I'm good, dad. You looked vigorous as before."
"I do. What're you guys doing? Sit down. So, what's the emergency?" Wang Lei asked as he looked at his friend and their sons.
"Tell him everything," Zhao Jingren nudged his brother.
