Looking at Cheng Daqi's calm profile, Gru swallowed his doubts.
"As you wish, Chan, I'll contact Hutter."
He decided to trust for now; after all, Cheng Daqi's track record spoke for itself.
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Walking out of the hospital, Domo opened his phone with a heavy heart, attempting to escape his inner anxiety through the shallow distractions of entertainment.
He wasn't one to take risks; this was evident from his brilliant yet unaccomplished life.
He feared risk, feared failure.
But the torrent of fate never shifts according to personal will.
Putting down the phone, the plump young master recalled that autumn afternoon, faintly touched by a chill in the air.
He was driving his beloved food truck, displaying a carefully prepared menu, busy preparing burgers alone inside the truck.
Except for the absence of customers, those days were near perfect for Domo.
Women? He wasn't lacking. Money? No shortage either.
What he lacked was the possibility of self-fulfillment.
