Hengzhong Group, in the chairman's office.
Behind the desk, Mo Chen examined the documents with a stoic expression.
All signs indicated that the car accident might not be as simple as he had thought.
Why had he been driving in circles on the mountain road?
The office was dead silent as he deepened into contemplation.
But every time he tried to focus on the residual video images in his mind, his temples would throb involuntarily.
He closed his eyes, his long fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, slightly exhausted.
Mo Chen threw the document he was holding onto the desk and took out a cigarette to light and place between his lips.
There was always a touch of ruffian about his handsome features when he smoked.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
He picked it up and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth curving into an indulgent smile.
As he held the phone to his ear, Qiao Ruoxin's sweet and soft voice came through, "Brother Mo Chen?"
"Hmm..."
