In the tall building on the 28th floor, a man held a fountain pen in his hand. His head was lowered and seemed to be in the midst of marking some documents. He seemed to have thought of something as he stopped writing and hooked his pinky with his assistant's.
"President." The assistant hurried forward.
"Go and tell them that I don't want to see Nan Zhi again for the next twenty years."
"Yes." The assistant received the order and immediately left.
Since Nan Zhi offended the Eldest Miss and the President, her life would be over.
All of her youth would be buried in prison.
Although Murong Chen had always been working, his thoughts inevitably drifted to other places. He knew that his sister had a hard time in the past, but he didn't know that it was so difficult.
It wouldn't be enough punishment even if Nan Zhi spent the next twenty years in prison. He wouldn't let any member of the Nan family off.
