When Fu Mingshou rushed into Wen Yiming's office, the finance director was just getting cursed out like a dog by Wen Yiming and walked out of the office with a dark expression.
The secretary knocked and said that Fu Mingshou had arrived, and only then did Wen Yiming's anger ease slightly.
They each took a seat in front of the sofa, and Wen Yiming let out a long sigh; for a moment, he didn't even know how to begin.
Seeing Wen Yiming like this, Fu Mingshou suddenly felt as if he were looking at his father, Fu Zhenbang.
Fu Zhenbang was Old Master Fu's eldest son, an honest and down-to-earth man—qualities that would be great virtues in an ordinary family, but in a family like Fu's, they were nothing more than a flattering way to say he was weak and incompetent.
Over all these years, Fu Mingshou couldn't even count how many times he had silently blamed Fu Zhenbang in his heart.
