Sun Gang's study was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting shadows on his troubled face. The room was filled with an air of tension as he contemplated the recent events. His mind, usually sharp and calculating, was now clouded by a mix of frustration and confusion.
The unanswered calls to Deng Chenglong only fueled Sun Gang's unease. He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping impatiently on the polished mahogany desk. Deng Chenglong's inexplicable failure gnawed at him. Sun Gang was a man who valued success and efficiency, and this unexpected turn of events disrupted the order he meticulously maintained.
His thoughts shifted to Sun Fang, the mischievous and seemingly untouchable younger brother. The exchange with Sun Fang at the family gathering replayed in Sun Gang's mind. The mention of Aunt Sun Lixia added a layer of complexity to the situation. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than met the eye.
