It was afternoon, and a Chevrolet Suburban had just arrived at the capital’s international airport. 

In the car, Xia Lei firmly patted Liu Zhengnan on the shoulder. “Try not to go out for the next two days. Just stay in the factory. I’ve already talked to Zhou Xiaohong too, so she’ll help you.”

Liu Zhengnan stared at the makeup mirror on the passenger seat. He still looked visibly shocked as he stared at Xia Lei’s face being reflected back at him, instead of his own. He couldn’t find even a single inconsistency despite observing himself multiple times. Whenever he saw his reflection, he couldn’t help but feel that his soul had somehow accidentally entered Xia Lei’s body. 

Xia Lei, who was in the driver’s seat, also wore an unfamiliar face. He looked to be in his early thirties, with a darker complexion. No one would ever suspect that he was Thunder Horse Company’s Director in the least. Most people would only see him as nothing more than a migrant worker, one who did demanding physical labor on construction sites. He would not warrant more than one look at him on the streets,...