The sky was clear, and a gentle breeze was blowing.
Xiao Zheng stood by the window of the Qianqiu Group's smoking room, contentedly smoking a cigarette.
He watched the pedestrians weave through the cars on the road below, horns blaring intermittently like a grand symphony.
This was his second day back in the country, and Xiao Zheng had resumed his decadent lifestyle of eating, sleeping, and playing games.
Within the entire sales department, including Mo Anna, all the employees knew his identity was no simple matter, so they dared not provoke him.
Suddenly, three figures appeared on the road: a young couple holding a five or six-year-old child, laughing and talking warmly as a family.
Xiao Zheng clearly saw the love on the parents' faces, and his thoughts began to drift.
Dad, Mom, where are you really? Are you alive or dead?
The silence only added worries to their son.
It was time to investigate again; he also needed to visit his hometown, perhaps to find new clues?
