At this moment, in the Chairman's office of the Ning Group, Feng Huo Lei sat in the boss chair that Ning Boyu often occupied, his face expressionless. At first, he only wanted to imitate God Stepping Ning to save his life, not to gain huge wealth or flaunt power using the Ning Family's influence.
But what he hadn't expected was that fate would play such a joke on him, transforming him from a fugitive into the glamorous position of Chairman of the Ning Group in an instant.
"There's a saying: 'Thirty years on the east bank of the river and thirty years on the west bank; what goes around comes around.' Ning Boyu and his son paid the price they deserved for their actions."
"And those who had been oppressed and injured would eventually see the dawn after the darkness. That dawn might not be money or wealth but could also be freedom."
"Young Master Ning, congratulations," said a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old woman beside him.
