Just as Lu Tianxing was on the phone with Mrs. Zhao saying that Bai Zhiqing had woken up, in an office at the top of a skyscraper in Modu.
Dressed in an expensive suit, Zhang Tianfeng stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of deep red wine as rich as blood, gently swirling it, a cold smile playing on his lips as he looked down upon the bustling traffic below.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
At that moment, someone knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
Zhang Tianfeng frowned.
The door opened, and the muscular Cang Hu walked in with a smile on his face.
"How did things turn out?" Zhang Tianfeng asked without turning around.
"Young master, you truly are brilliant."
