75 Your mother might still be alive.

This morning, for the last stroke, the worker brought a piece of news that shocked Su Lanfen's manager and made her stumble back in fear. She sucked in a cold breath.

"Zhao Liying!"

...

In the spacious office, sitting behind an oversized office desk, Li Zhiqiang was silently going through some files. The office was so silent that one could hear the breathing of two people in it. The shuffling of papers would sound sharp and smooth and resound in the whole office. The aura of the person going smoothly through the papers was the most intense presence in the office.

There was a certain charm in his presence; a gracefulness that couldn't be mimicked no matter how hard one tried. It was unique to only him.