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After returning to his country, Shen Chi visited Xiao Mo's home immediately.
There were only twelve days left until Chinese New Year, and Shen Chi felt a sense of melancholy; it had been a full five years since he had celebrated the festival with Xu Chaomu.
At year-end, the Shen Group was finalizing many of its projects, with the expectation that they wouldn't be too busy after another few days.
Xiao Mo had delegated the corporate affairs and was now primarily assisting Shen Chi in managing household matters.
He knew that Shen Chi trusted him, and he would fulfill his greatest responsibility as a chief secretary, and of course, not just for Shen Chi.
When Shen Chi arrived at Xiao Mo's house, it was already dusk.
In winter's dusk, the sky had already darkened.
"President Shen, have some simple food, I'll have the kitchen prepare it," Xiao Mo suggested.
He noticed that Shen Chi looked unwell, haggard with exhaustion written all over his face.