"Xiaofeng, what are you doing here?" Shen Ning walked closer and saw that it was Xiaofeng, and immediately asked.

Xiaofeng had just finished a call and hadn't had time to put away her phone when she was startled by the voice. She turned around and saw Shen Ning standing behind her without her knowing when. She was so scared that her soul flew out of her body and her face was full of panic.

"No, nothing, I just called my mom." She stammered.

"Can't you call in the room? It's quite cold here." Shen Ning said with concern.

The little girl had just come from the countryside and was not used to city life. She was timid and scared about everything she did. She felt a little sorry for her.

"Okay, I won't do it next time." Xiao Feng lowered his head, not daring to look into her eyes.

Seeing her frightened expression, Shen Ning thought that she must have something wrong at home when she hid here to make a phone call, so Wen Yan asked: "Is there any difficulty at home? Is your mother okay? If you have any difficulties, you can tell me or the housekeeper, we will do our best to help you."

"Okay, thank you, Madam." Her voice was as small as a mosquito. "It's okay now."

"Well, okay, then go back quickly. It's cold outside." After giving the instructions, she turned and left. Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief. From her tone, she probably didn't hear what she said on the phone. It was a close call. She was almost discovered by her and she slipped away immediately.

Shen Ning strolled in the wind. The chrysanthemums were yellow, the plum blossoms were white, the north wind was bleak, and her heart was desolate. She stroked her belly with her fingers, feeling infinite sorrow.

In the study, Li Wanqing's expression became increasingly serious.

There must be a big problem between her son and daughter-in-law. She has always had a keen sense of smell. When she was young, she was also a capable woman in the business world and a strong career woman. However, because her husband was in poor health and her son Li Zhenting was strong enough to support the entire family business, she retreated to the second line and concentrated on taking care of her husband.

But right now, based on her sixth sense, the situation was very bad. She had this feeling once more than ten years ago. At that time, the Li Group was almost wiped out by a financial storm. Li Jinyao was knocked down in that storm and his body quickly collapsed.

Now this bad feeling came again, her eyelids were twitching and her heart was panicking.

"Jinyao, I'm going out for a while. Remember to take your medicine at noon." She gently reminded her husband and walked outside.

The security room of the Imperial Capital Department Store.

Li Wanqing stared at the surveillance footage closely.

Her son was in the mall, holding a woman and running outside.

"Stop, bring the picture closer." Li Wanqing pointed at the woman's face and ordered.

Soon, the camera zoomed in, and Li Wanqing put on reading glasses to examine it carefully, and her expression became more serious the more she looked.

Then she zoomed in the camera again and again, checked all the shots, took pictures, and then said goodbye and left.

Li Group.

"Is this the chip design you made?" In the president's office, Li Zhenting threw a design plan in front of the design department manager, his eyes as sharp as lightning.

The design department manager was so scared that he was sweating all over and didn't dare to speak.

"I've said that the funding will not be less, but the submitted plan must be improved. It's been a year, a year has passed, and there is still no breakthrough?" Li Zhenting's fingers drummed on the desk, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. If no new research and development was made, all the company's high-tech products would lose the market, and it would be a myth for the Li Group to join the ranks of the world's advanced countries.

His patience was gradually worn away.

"Mr. Li, the chip manufacturing process is too complicated and we're currently facing a bottleneck." The design department manager spoke cautiously.

"Get lost." Li Zhenting slammed a pile of books onto the desk. "I'll give you another month. If you can't do it, I'll disband the design department."

(End of this chapter)