107 Pity that she was living a good life.

At Feng Internationals,

Feng Shufen was sitting behind his desk, diligently working on the papers that were presented in front of him for approval. The office was in a pin drop silence, enough silent that not even the breath of the man can be heard in such a hush environment. The air of tranquillity was filled in the spacious room

Of course, it would be peace in the world since Satan was feeling the epitome of serenity. Feng Shufen was feeling content. Today's morning has just been perfect for him. How can he not be happy?

At this moment, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" He accepted the request and in came his secretary with a few more files in his hands.

"President Feng, here are the files you asked for," Gao Fan said, politely placing the files on the desk with both of his hands. Feng Shufen did not say anything, just presented a nod and continued to move his eyes through the papers.