When Fu Mingyu returned to S City, it was already past six o'clock in the morning.
After nearly 20 hours on the plane, with only a few hours of sleep in between, Fu Mingyu didn't feel tired at all.
Compared to the inexplicable irritability and unease of the past half month, after seeing Wen Nuan, Fu Mingyu felt as if his heart had settled down.
It was like a lost ship suddenly seeing a signal light ahead, knowing which direction to move towards.
Coming out of the airport, even the slightly hot breeze felt particularly refreshing to Fu Mingyu.
He told the driver to drive straight to the company, where he had breakfast in the group's cafeteria before leisurely returning to his office.
At nine o'clock, when Fu Zhenning came over, he knocked and entered, just in time to see Fu Mingyu standing at the floor-to-ceiling window with a cup of coffee, looking peacefully down at the bustling lives of S City.
