Gu Yunxiao is not in a good mood today.
It's not that anything happened to the company, he could sort out the mess in the Gu Group with his eyes closed. The main reason is that I didn't sleep well last night and had a messy dream all night long. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything, I just felt unwell.
He was sitting in his office, with the entire Jiangcheng skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the traffic under his feet was like ants moving. The office was big enough to play badminton, with black, white and gray tones, and a cold feel, just like him.
Assistant Zhao Yuan knocked on the door and came in with a stack of documents in his hand and a strange look on his face.
"Mr. Gu, the front desk downstairs said... There is a child looking for you."
Gu Yunxiao didn't even raise his head, and continued to flip through the contract in his hand. His voice was as calm as boiled water: "Go away."
"No... That kid said he... Is your son."
