And all these things no longer concerned Lu Yinfeng and Mo Nanze.
Four calendars had been replaced, four rings added to the trees.
In the capital, at the bustling city center, there was an ancient and modest villa.
Dressed in a dark-patterned brocade cheongsam, Lu Yinfeng sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping tea serenely.
Outside the window, the garden flowed with water, full of Zen spirit.
There was also a civet cat curled up asleep under the shade of the trees.
It was a habit she had picked up since moving here, often staying by this window for half a day, staring blankly outside.
Extremely faint footsteps sounded behind her, and without turning around, Lu Yinfeng knew who had come.
She said indifferently, "Have you really stopped managing the Mo's?"
In recent days, Mo family members had repeatedly visited to request Mo Nanze to preside over the Mo Group and turn the tide.
Many had placed their hopes on Mo Nanze.
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