In the Moonlit Mirage Hotel's presidential suite, Zhu Fengrui and Jeeves sat together, enjoying a quiet moment with cups of tea. Jeeves, ever the attentive aide, began, "According to this information, it's possible that it's him."
Zhu Fengrui contemplated the revelation, his thoughts reflecting a mix of determination and relief. "Can you arrange a meeting for me?" he asked Jeeves.
"Of course, young master," Jeeves replied dutifully. Zhu Fengrui, sipping his tea, remarked, "If it's really him, that means the search is finally over. I can finally rest, knowing I achieved what Grandpa entrusted upon me."
Jeeves, with a genuine smile, acknowledged Zhu Fengrui's efforts. "You have done a very good job. I am sure your grandpa is proud of you."
Zhu Fengrui's expression shifted, a touch of melancholy clouding his face. "If only Mom was here," he mused.
