Mr. Jing sat at the head of the table, directly facing the conference room door. He saw the person who returned with the early autumn breeze, and his aged but sharp eyes instantly filled with the relaxation of a great weight being lifted from his heart, along with joy.
Good boy, you finally came back before I'm buried with one foot in the grave!
"Mr. Jing?"
"Mr. Jing?!"
All the directors and executives in the conference room stood up.
Jing Yuanbin froze when he heard that voice, swiftly turning his gaze to see the tall and cold figure of Jing Jihan stride in from the conference room door.
How could it be?
Wasn't he already dead?
If Jing Jihan were alive, how could he have disappeared for so long?
The people he had sent out to investigate had indeed found no trace of Jing Jihan.
If a person vanishes without a trace after an incident, isn't that the same as being dead?
