Because every Father's Day, she would always find different ways to prepare a gift for her father.
But this year...
Thinking of that man who loved and pampered her, Chu Nanxi couldn't help but feel a warmth around her eyes.
It was almost the anniversary of her father's death. He had only left her for a year—why did it feel like she had lost him for so much longer?
...
...
The Metropolitan Club.
Ninth floor.
The waiter led Jiang Wei to a door, nodded politely, and turned to leave.
Jiang Wei approached and knocked cautiously on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
After three knocks, he stepped back two steps and waited.
A moment later, the door parted, and a young man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses opened it.
"Mr. Jiang, please come in!"
Jiang Wei entered the room and quickly scanned the surroundings.
In the spacious room, a thirty-something man was sitting on the sofa.
"This is Secretary Chen."
The young man said with a smile.
