Feng Shirong Returns

Moonlight pierced the darkness, but could not break through the heavy night. Instead, it added to the chill.

Feng Shirong walked out of the airport, with Duan Ying and Andy following behind him.

After Joyful City had closed down, they had left Kyoto and stayed for a while in a sparsely populated place, working hard to adjust their mindsets and, incidentally, thinking about Joyful City's future.

He had thought about many things, and his ideas had gradually become clearer.

Joyful City had received such a massive investment. It could not remain closed forever. The entire Feng Corporation was now waiting for him to pull himself together. He could not fall.

"What about Uncle Gong?"

"I called him, but he didn't answer."

"A driver like that should have been fired long ago."

Duan Ying had grown increasingly irritable during this period. Anything or anyone related to Feng Nanshu would provoke her anger.

Feng Shirong sighed. "Let's walk a little farther. I'll get you two a cab. Go back to Sheshan Manor first. I need to make a trip to the company."

"It's so late. There's no one left at the company."

"I know, but I need to work through the night on a proposal for tomorrow morning's meeting. Everyone at the company is waiting for me."

After a brief exchange, Feng Shirong sent his wife and son into a car, then took a cab to Feng Corporation himself.

After returning to his office, everything here seemed unchanged. Only his state of mind had changed so much.

Feng Shirong sat back down in his office chair, turned on the computer, and began writing the proposal that had already taken shape in his mind.

At that moment, the rain outside seemed to draw closer. It struck the windows, leaving streaks of water that