I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

Tao Zhiyan wasn't involved in this project, so when Manager Meng went into the conference room to negotiate with President Luo, he was sent to wait next door.

He wasn't in particularly high spirits. His mind was full of the text he'd just seen above President Luo's head-

[Together with Gu Min, destroyed your family's business and murdered your father.]

Tao Zhiyan had never met the original owner's father and didn't know what their relationship had been like.

But since he'd taken over this body, he certainly had to avenge its original owner.

Murdering his father, bankrupting him, leaving him in debt-each was an utterly vicious act.

The problem was that he had no evidence, and President Luo also did business with Feng Ze.

Could he make a move against this man?

Bzzz-

His phone suddenly vibrated. Tao Zhiyan took it out and opened the message.

[Feng: Have you arrived?]

Seeing Feng Ze's message softened Tao Zhiyan's expression a little.

[Peach: Yeah.]

After a moment, the other man asked:

[Feng: What are you doing?]

Tao Zhiyan felt like laughing as he read the question.

Feng Ze really didn't seem to know how to start a conversation. He'd apparently used the same opener before.

[Peach: Sitting.]

He'd just finished typing when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

The man who entered wore a white shirt. He had a high nose bridge, thin lips, and an understated elegance. Carrying tea, he approached Tao Zhiyan.

"Mr. Tao, would Dragon Well be all right?" The man stopped in front of him, his lips curving into a polite smile.

His eyes were long and narrow, squinting into straight lines when he smiled.

He looked perfectly polite, yet something about him felt off.

[Feng: Sitting? And then?]

Tao Zhiyan glanced at his phone and