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The weather was relatively nice despite the storm raging in the country's economy and security.
A haggard Linfeng arrived at IHZHI main office wearily.
Hearing a sound, Xiong Zhi looked up distractedly from the paperwork. She stood up when she saw Linfeng.
"When did you come?" she asked, stunned.
Linfeng smiled tiredly. "Just now."
He used their private jet to fly from the Middle East to here the moment Ming Zhi Yi and Ifel Abromich's organizations were purged. The thorough cleaning would be done by Sir Majid alone.
Xiong Zhi just heard the news from him. She urged him to sit on the couch while she prepared warm tea and the snacks ready in her bar.
"Here, drink some to moisten your throat."
Linfeng obediently drank the warm tea. Then he sighed as he settled on the couch.
Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Xiong Zhi's heart was pained. She stood behind Linfeng and massaged his shoulders.
