Hirvan stood silently in the familiar office, his gaze fixed on the view outside the large window. His posture was stiff, his shoulder slightly slumped. The air around him was heavy, almost suffocating.
Behind him, the door creaked open, and Ren Mengsheng stepped inside. The sight that greeted him made his heart tighten. His father was someone he had watched from a young age and had seen how he had built this enterprise from the ground up. There was sadness in Hirvan's stance that Ren Mengsheng had never seen before.
How could Hirvan not feel depressed? After all, the company that had been his life's work no longer belonged to him or had a connection to it.
"Did you find out who he was?"
Hirvan spoke suddenly.
Ren Mengsheng straightened his posture, instinctively responding to the authority in his father's tone.