Three months had passed since the great battle.
Jiangning was still the same old Jiangning.
The only thing still under urgent construction was Beishan Park, which had not yet been repaired.
It should be fully restored in a few more months.
Ning Mengyao stood on the top floor of the Ning Group's office building, overlooking the bustling city below.
In these three months, she had never smiled; she went home immediately after dealing with work at the company every day.
The employees at the company were also puzzled about why the normally strong and capable Ning Mengyao had suddenly become so languid.
And why had she delegated so much of the president's authority to several vice-presidents?
However, today she did not rush back home but stood there, thoughtfully watching the sunset.
Zhao Jiaqi had left a long time ago and had not returned, nor had she seen the expert Jiaqi was supposed to find.
