More than five years ago, before the crash of Flight MXXX.
In the business world, Amo always possessed an intimidating power that sent chills down people's spines.
Five years later.
Sitting in this quaint and elegant private dining room, surrounded by dimly glowing bead curtains, he still emanated the same cold aura.
In such an environment, his suit and tie gave him a somewhat refined, gentlemanly appearance, but the power he emanated made Jiang Tao extremely wary.
Jiang Tao wondered: Could it be that because of Gu Xu, Amo decided to take revenge on him?
So he entered the dining room with trepidation.
He paused in the corridor a few meters away.
At this moment, Amo had just replied to a message from Qiaoqiao, telling her that he would come home early to have dinner with her and their child.
Then, he put down his phone, glanced to the side, and saw Jiang Tao standing a few meters away.
His gaze, previously gentle while using his phone, turned cold in an instant.
