After the evening meal, accompanied by Huang Yong, Liu Fugui went with great interest to the rooftop of the third floor of his office building.
The early winter evening wind was still quite fierce, biting cold against the face and body.
Instinctively, Huang Yong tightened the collar in front of his chest, while Liu Fugui, who was already past middle age, stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly unaffected, proudly facing the cold wind.
There was not a hint of expression on Liu Fugui's sharply defined face, his deep eyes gazing into the distance, as if pondering something.
After about more than five minutes, seeing that Liu Fugui had no intention of returning, Huang Yong, unable to endure it, took a step forward and softly said, "Mr. Liu, the wind here is too strong. I think we should go back first. How about I get you a coat to fend off the cold?"
Liu Fugui waved a single hand without turning his head, indicating it was unnecessary.
