In the outskirts of Jiangnan, waves glistened on the azure river, stretching for ten miles.
By the bank of the Qing River, there was a pavilion for shelter from the rain.
Today, at high noon, a solitary figure stood inside the pavilion, dressed in a long robe with hands clasped behind his back. He exuded no aura, yet his presence was intimidating.
"President Fan!"
Huo Qingsong ran breathlessly towards the scene.
For the past two days, he had been running around like a lackey, exhausted to near death each time.
But there was no choice, as he couldn't afford to offend either Xiao Chen or Fan Nanxing.
Dispatching someone else to deliver the message seemed disrespectful to the two men, and he feared provoking their displeasure. Thus, he had no choice but to take care of it personally.
Fan Nanxing turned around, saw only Huo Qingsong, and his expression soured as he asked:
"Where is that kid?"
"Mr. Xiao said he doesn't have time..."
Huo Qingsong said, still gasping for breath.
