"I'm about the same. Let him come to my office." Josnian looked at his watch.

"Okay, Feng Li is already here."

Meng Chen reported the situation to Josnian again.

He worked overtime for a long time last night. He originally wanted to drink some wine, but he was afraid of getting a headache in the morning, so he didn't dare to drink. He suppressed all the emotions in his heart and could only rely on smoking to cope with it.

The road was a bit congested in the morning, so Josnian listened to Meng Chen's report all the way.

Halfway through, he received another call from Butler Tang.

In the pouring rain, Butler Tang's voice sounded very old and tired.

"Master Qiao... Qingming Festival is coming soon. These days, I have been preparing things for sacrifice. At this time every year, I miss Miss very much." Butler Tang's voice became hoarse as he spoke.

"Tell me what you need." Josnian's voice was low, as heavy as the rain outside.

My heart also feels heavy.

"Master Qiao, when will you come over? Or will you come during the Qingming Festival?"

"I'll go a day early."

"Okay, okay, the person Miss Qiao misses the most is you, Mr. Qiao. It rains heavily this year, please take care of yourself, Mr. Qiao."

"Um."

Josnian looked at the curtain of rain outside, his thoughts wandering a little.

I miss my loved ones every time during the Qingming Festival.

He wanted Qin Qing.

Although his mother was very busy at work and had little time to spend with him when he was very young, she was always the best to him.

After the massacre, my mother became a different person. She was very emotionally unstable, her depression worsened day by day, and she often had suicidal tendencies.

He was not very old at that time and tried his best to make his mother happy, but it was to no avail.

Qin Qing still had hideous knife marks one after another on his wrist, and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment again and again.

In those few years, he matured all of a sudden.

However, in a very cold weather, Qin Qing still chose to commit suicide by jumping into the river.

He remembered that he knelt in front of his mother's coffin for three days and three nights. From then on, the sky seemed to have suddenly darkened and gloomy.

Rainy days always bring these painful memories to mind.

Josnian slowed down the car, his eyes dark and deep.

The streets in my sight became a little blurry, and the rain was continuous and endless.

After a long time.

The car turned a corner and drove towards the Qiao Group building.

The handover of the group was all kept secret and carried out in a low-key manner. Everything in Qiao's business was still going according to plan, and it seemed that there were no disturbances.

When the car drove to the garage, Josnian did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he sat quietly in the driver's seat for a long time.

Under the dim light, his figure was slender and his outline was dim. A light shadow fell on his face, adding a bit of coldness to his stern face.

Head, dull pain.

Within a few minutes, a red Ferrari parked next to Josnian's car.

The Ferrari window was lowered, and Rong Jincheng put one hand on the window: "Master Qiao, what a coincidence."

"What a coincidence." Josnian put away all his emotions and his expression returned to normal, "We just happened to go up together."

"I woke up too early today and I'm really sleepy, but when I think about the fact that Joe's will be mine from now on, the sleepiness disappears." Rong Jincheng smiled brightly, not letting the weather or getting up early affect his mood at all.

Today, Rong Jincheng was also dressed more formally, in a crisp dark blue suit, looking more stable than usual.

"Since you're here, let's go up and talk." Josnian unbuckled his seat belt.
Chapter completed!