128 Call our saviour now.

At Feng Internationals,

Feng Shufen was sitting royally over his lavish, enormous leather chair. His grey steely eyes challenging the darkness of a Devil. His expressions were icy, jaws were tight and his thin pair of lips were pulled into a thin line letting executives know that even their slightest mistake will not be tolerated today.

Everyone was taken aback by his sudden change in temperament. Though they knew that their President always had a cold aura around, that could easily pierce anyone's soul but they also did not fail to notice the change in the last few days. Did something happen to bring back the devil into life?