President Zheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the landscape in the neighborhood crafted by the hands of a master gardener, his eyes filled with reluctance.
This used to be his favorite place.
In the future,
he feared he wouldn't have the chance to see it again.
"President Zheng."
The driver, Old Quan, put down the phone in his hand and said:
"Elder Jiao says it's best for you to leave Xia Country, to lay low outside for now, and see if there's a chance to return after things settle down."
"Ha…" President Zheng chuckled lightly:
"Chance?"
"Will there still be a chance?"
He had been fighting his way up in Qu City since he was born, with all his relatives, friends, connections, and wealth in Xia Country, in this city.
Leaving here, he would be nothing.
At his age, he no longer had the vigor to start over from scratch.
"Crack!"
Clenching his fingers tightly, President Zheng's eyes flashed fiercely:
"They're going to use me as a scapegoat!"
