Nan Mufeng was startled for a moment before shaking his head coldly, "I'm not coming back."
"But..." Secretary Shao became anxious, "If you don't come back, the family's business will belong to someone else."
"What?" Nan Mufeng's eyes widened in surprise.
He was the only son in the family, so who else could compete with him for the inheritance?
"Ah, it seems you don't know anything!" Secretary Shao sighed helplessly, "A few months ago, a new director named Yuan Fei joined the company, and he quickly became Director Nan's favorite. Everyone says he's being groomed like a successor."
Yuan Fei?
Nan Mufeng had no recollection of such a person at all.
"Anyway, you should be more concerned!"
Just then, Nan Tian came back from a meeting. Dressed in a black suit, his expression was cold, and he exuded an authoritative aura with every move. In stature and face, he was an older version of Nan Mufeng.
Seeing Nan Mufeng, he appeared surprised, but then regained his composure.
