She had always thought he had died, died in that past upheaval.
Sometimes she would think, maybe he hadn't died.
But just assume that he had died.
After all, there had been no news for over twenty years, which was no different from being dead.
So she hadn't given any thought to the existence of this person.
She hadn't expected there would still be a problem.
She hoped that he had believed her explanation.
If he still had doubts about anything and went to find Nan Zhifeng, that would be troublesome.
After much deliberation, Gu Fenghua made a call to Nan Zhifeng—
"Auntie."
"Where are you?"
"At the company, dealing with issues alongside brother."
"It's enough for you to handle things from behind the scenes, don't show yourself, and don't let the media take photos of you again."
"Okay, I understand."
It was a critical moment now, and Nan Zhifeng didn't ask further; she knew that her aunt must have her reasons for saying so.
