In the office on the top floor of Fu's Group Building, Fu Mingyu was intently staring at a set of numbers on the computer in a trance.
From time to time, Fu Mingyu would pick up a pen to calculate, with a serious demeanor, as if he was a candidate taking an exam.
Wen Nuan saw this and couldn't help but smile, knowing better than to disturb him. Holding a pair of documents, she tiptoed into the bedroom.
Vivian knocked and entered, saying that Fu Mingshou had arrived and wanted to see him. Inwardly muttering "he's here," Fu Mingyu swiftly shut down that page on the computer, even tearing off the paper filled with percentage signs, crumpling it into a ball, and tossing it into the wastebasket.
Fu Mingshou sauntered in with a leisurely gait, like taking a stroll in a relaxed manner.
His gaze swept around, and Fu Mingshou, as if he were in his own living room, casually walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.
