The next day was Monday, and everyone had to go to work. They stayed at the bar until nearly midnight before Fu Mingyu and the others left.
Mr. Long stayed in the private room for less than an hour before leaving.
As he left, Mr. Long's face still bore the same gentle smile as when he arrived, as if nothing had happened.
The incident of Huang Mao losing an arm was known only to those present and, like a breeze over a lake, was known to no one else after that night.
When Fu Mingyu returned home to Imperial Mansion, it was already past midnight.
After taking a bath, he went to sleep and had a good dream. When the alarm rang twice the next day, it was just seven thirty.
He washed up and drove to the Fu Group Headquarters. After parking the car, Fu Mingyu went to the group's dining hall for breakfast, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went back to his office.
