Hu Dongtian's former flustered mood had changed, and his once beating heart brimming with life went cold.
Six months.....
In six months, his father might die. In six months, at the age of 24, he would have to take over Hu Tobacco. It was too young of an age to be a CEO, yet it was never too young for a Hu.
He had been prepared for this all his life. He was born for this single purpose, his worth tied to the taking after of the company.
He was not human, he was a Hu.
It was only through Mo AIni that he felt he can be human sometimes...... forget all this responsibility once in a while.
But in the end, it would be all in vain. He should have known better than to hope.
He made a memo to visit his father in the hospital later after work. Yet he does not need such a thing at all, he could not possibly forget that he needs to do such a thing. What he truly pondered about......
Was what he would say to the old man.
