Like Morning Dew

The next morning.

This was the first time in many years that Ning Weikai was wearing casual attire while sitting in his office on a workday.

His expression was serene with a mug of coffee in his hand as he read a copy of a movie magazine. Meanwhile, Yuan Jun was directing two secretaries who were currently packing his documents and belongings into boxes. One by one, the square cardboard boxes were stacked by the door. There were not more than 10 in total. It was just the assets that this man once owned and were worth billions, and all the family assets of the president of the industry's leading enterprise.

Yuan Jun was also very calm, gently giving the secretaries orders. Instead, it was the two female secretaries who did not even dare to breathe too hard. The atmosphere in the office was so quiet, and yet their faces were tense, afraid to make the wrong move. They finished packing up very quickly.