A Flask On The Table

Zhao Lifei made her way to Feili. It was located in the heart of the city, in an enormous skyscraper not big enough to rival the ones her grandfather and Yang Feng owned, but it was still very reputable given the fact that the company just started two years ago.

Dressed in white slacks and a silk blue blouse, she meant business. Many of them had been looking at her, a few mouths agape, when she got out of a blood-red Ferrari, her hair fluttering in the wind. When she strutted into Feili and swiped her private key card, she was well aware of everyone's stares.

Wei Hantao was working on a few documents for the upcoming senior executives meeting when the door to his office was pushed open without warning. He lifted his head, ready to bite the intruder's head off until his eyes landed on Zhao Lifei. His eyes bulged out of his head, his mouth opened in shock, a baffled expression on his face.