A Fatherless Child

Ye City, in a building within the business district.

Late at night, most buildings were already completely dark, but an office on the 28th floor was still brightly lit.

A man sat on a customized leather chair and held a proposal document in his hand, his expression serious and his brows knitted tightly. There was also a cold expression on his face that prevented anyone from approaching him. He kept his eyes on the proposal and would make some annotations on it from time to time.

The phone on his desk continued to ring but he did not even look up.

He continued to put in extra hours in the office. All his employees had gone home, he was the only person left.

He moved like a spinning top, regardless of day or night.