At night, the long limousine passed through the ancient district of Beijing like a ghost.
"Madam."
The elderly woman sitting in the car looked haggard, seemingly having just undergone a great ordeal, yet all she had done was attend a concert at the National Grand Theater.
"I've gotten old," she sighed. Time flies so swiftly it's like a dream, making the recollection of every detail feel burdensome.
The children she used to watch had grown up; now, one was about to become a grandmother, and the other was about to become a mother.
The butler who had served her for many years seemed to deeply empathize with her sighs. After picking up a phone call that came into the car, he said, "Wang Xuebin is seeking instructions from Madam. He says that in America, Fan Shenyuan, following his grandmother's orders, wants to increase the investment here. However, due to the old lady's orders, there has been a delay, which might arouse Fan Shenyuan's suspicions."
