The Haiteng Family's family business had been passed down for three generations, and they had a lot of assets. Haiteng Instant was in charge of FNS, a well-known international luxury brand under the Haiteng Financial Group.

The car slowly stopped in front of the lawn. Tsutomu Kaito looked up. The building in front of him was tall and beautiful. The layers of glass walls were gently crushed by the sunlight, reflecting a warm luster. The general manager's assistant was a young girl in a suit and short skirt. She had been waiting at the elevator for a long time.

In the front passenger seat, the butler turned around and said respectfully, "Young Master, please get out of the car."

This scene was too unfamiliar. Tsutomu Kaito was a little nervous. He clenched his hands and turned to look at Nanao Saiki beside him.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, and his expression was cold. He seemed to be immersed in his own world, thinking about something. Nothing around him could arouse his interest.

Especially now, the light in the car was dim. His body exuded a cold aura, almost blending into the darkness.

Tsutomu Kaito couldn't help but hold his breath and ask carefully.

"Mr. Saiki, will you be following me today?"

Saiki tilted his head to look at him. His movement was not big, and the flower on his chest was a little crooked.

"Yes." Saiki nodded.

Tsutomu Kaito didn't know if he was mistaken. When Saiki turned to look at him, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"Phew, that's good." Tsutomu Kaito sighed softly in his heart.

He turned to get out of the car, but suddenly remembered something. He turned around and awkwardly moved in front of Nanao Saiki with a red face. He lowered his head, and the top of his hair gently touched Nanao Saiki's chin.

Saiki's breathing stopped slightly.

Kojin, he remembered?

He missed him so much. His telepathy was blocked, and he didn't know what happened to his memory. Saiki was more worried about Kojin than anyone else, but he didn't dare to use his ability on him.

He had no idea what had happened to Tsutomu Kaito in the three months that he had been away.

However, the only thing he knew was that if this silver-haired youth called out to him now, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't cry out loud.

"What's wrong?" Saiki gently rubbed his hair.

"No, nothing, your flower is crooked." Tsutomu Kaito reached out his hand and tried to straighten the flower on his chest as naturally as possible.

Saiki's lips parted slightly as his gaze fell on his thin wrist. With great difficulty, he resisted the urge to grab it.

The young man in front of him curled his lips into a smile and said ingratiatingly, "Please take care of me today, Mr. Saiki."

Nanao Saiki: "Okay."

"See you later then."

After Tsutomu Kaito finished speaking, he turned around and got out of the car. The assistant walked towards him and brought the inexperienced little guy into the elevator.

Nanao Saiki secretly licked his teeth.

The butler turned around and reminded Saiki to get out of the car.

Tsutomu Kaito went to the conference room first. As a valet, Saiki should have followed, but the butler said that he needed to familiarize himself with the company's environment, so Saiki went directly to Young Master Tsutomu's office.

The office was spacious and luxurious. There was a separate dressing room and wardrobe, as well as a separate screening room for international video conferences. Saiki's gaze swept across the room and finally fell on the middle of the room. Desserts were placed on both sides of the European-style desk, and in the middle was a pile of unprocessed documents.

Saiki frowned slightly and asked the butler, "Can I not follow him?"

The butler froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, Mr. Saiki. When he's in the company, there will be two Shadow Attendants following Young Master. His assistant will also help him solve many problems. You don't have to worry."

Saiki nodded.

"This desk is Mr. Saiki's. It's equipped with a computer and a game console. If you have any requests, you can also ask the assistant. For example, you can ask for some desserts like Young Master."

Saiki raised his eyelids. "He doesn't like sweet things."

"How can that be? Young Master likes them very much."

The butler patted the young man's shoulder. "Mr. Saiki doesn't know Young Master's preferences yet. You'll know after a while. Let me tell you a secret. Although Young Master is a little playful, he's very talented in design. He's a very easy person to get along with."

"I know." Saiki's fingertips tapped the edge of the table. He seemed to have thought of something, and his lips curved into a smile.

"Then you can wait here for Young Master to come back. I'll pick up Young Master after work in the afternoon.

Sorry to trouble you. "

"Yes." Saiki nodded and watched the butler leave.

The moment the door closed, the young man's body shook slightly, and he instantly disappeared.

Saiki raised his wrist and looked at the hands of his watch. He had used 30% of the time to freeze at noon, and another 20% to erase his memory in the car just now. He only had half left today. For his safety, he couldn't use two skills at the same time.

Saiki pursed his lips. After weighing the pros and cons, he still didn't use the teleportation skill.

"There seems to be something wrong with his soul. I have to go and look after him."

Saiki pushed the door open and took the elevator to the conference room on the top floor.

The conference room was three times bigger than the office. Saiki walked in quietly and stood beside Tsutomu Kaito, staring at him intently.

The silver-haired boy sat in the huge leather chair, looking weak and petite. He clasped his hands together and looked at the company's core members timidly with his watery eyes.

This was a small action he would only do when he was very nervous. Nanao Saiki felt a little heartache and bit his lips subconsciously.

At this moment, a young man was speaking.

His attitude was friendly, but the smile on his face was somewhat disdainful. He held up a magazine and said loudly, "Everyone, please calm down. I didn't mean to contradict my superiors. I was just stating the facts.

In all honesty, do all of you really think that this season's new products are simple and beautiful? "

Tsutomu Kaito lowered his head even more. Saiki's eyebrows gradually furrowed.

As he spoke, he opened the magazine. The huge projector immediately showed the new season's SNS handbags: the main color was black and gray. All the fashionable elements were abandoned. Coupled with the outdated design, rather than saying it was simple, it was better to say that the designer didn't use his brain at all and casually used an antique handbag from the last century to make up the numbers.

Everyone nodded and remained silent.

The young man curled his lips and turned to look at Tsutomu Kaito. He didn't avoid the topic at all and continued to speak.

"Shun, your previous works were indeed very good. Your uncle gave FNS to you and we all saw your results.

But what's wrong with you recently? Why are you only bringing out useless trash? "

The young man's words were getting more and more unpleasant, but the corners of his mouth were always curled up with a very well-mannered smile.

"I, I didn't …"

Tsutomu Kaito didn't understand these things. He clenched his hands so hard that they hurt.

He was a little flustered. He looked around and didn't see Saiki's figure. He lowered his head again in disappointment.

Tsutomu Kaito said to Cherin, feeling wronged, "Why are they all against me?"

Cherin laid lazily on the table. "FNS originally belonged to Mamoru Inaba. He was immoral and your father gave it to you. He's upset."

Tsutomu Kaito's eyes were red. "He's too much. There was no one here just now. He even spilled coffee on my pants."

Cherin said, "You should have spilled it back."

Tsutomu Kaito's voice sounded like he was about to cry. "I, I wouldn't dare.

Where did Saiki go? Why isn't he here yet? "

Cherin reminded him, "Don't keep thinking about Saiki. He has already helped you erase your memory of this afternoon. He obviously doesn't want you to know that he has superpowers."

Tsutomu Kaito said, "I know. I just want to see him.

I don't know why, but I feel at ease when I see him. "

Mamoru Inaba knocked on the table. "Shun, I'm talking to you. Why are you in a daze?"

"Yes, yes!"

"I said, if you can't handle such a difficult job, you can assign it to the designers.

Or you can entrust the company to me. Shun, why don't you take a break for a while? "

"Isn't Mr. Inaba a bit too much?"

"After all, it's Tsutomu's family business. Mr. Inaba still wants to …"

"Shut up!"

Mamoru Inaba slammed the table, objecting to Tsutomu Kaito's gentle attitude. He shouted, "Bastard, I'm talking to Shun. Trash like you have no right to interrupt."

The department managers did not dare to talk back to the major shareholder. They turned to the silver-haired teenager and said anxiously, "Mr. Tsutomu, please say something."

Tsutomu Kaito had always been well protected by Saiki. He rarely saw such a scene. He sat there timidly and did not dare to speak.

Nanao Saiki's eyes narrowed dangerously. He glanced at the people in the room and put a hand on Tsutomu Kaito's shoulder.

The next second, Tsutomu Kaito raised his head. His lips pursed and his eyes turned cold.

When the meeting room was completely quiet, he bent his fingers and tapped the table. He smiled and asked slowly, "Who are you calling trash?"

Mamoru Inaba's throat choked. He forgot all the words he had prepared.

Tsutomu Kaito's voice was cold. It became both familiar and unfamiliar. "FNS was founded by my father. All the directors here are brothers who worked hard with my father. Mr. Inaba, what do you mean by calling them trash? Are you not satisfied with my father, your uncle?"

"I, I didn't mean that."

Tsutomu Kaito sneered. "Then you are not satisfied with me."

"No, I just …"

Tsutomu Kaito sneered. He licked his teeth and leaned back into the soft chair. "But in my eyes, Brother Shou, you are the trash."

The air suddenly turned cold.

Actually, what he said was not wrong. Young Master Inaba had no business sense and was willful. The shareholders had suffered a lot under him.

The meeting room was silent and cold. No one spoke up for him. Mamoru Inaba felt a chill down his spine.

He opened his mouth to explain, but when he saw Tsutomu Kaito's eyes, his tongue trembled.

A shareholder stood up. "Let's end it here for today. Don't release the new product yet. Delay the release date of the magazine. Inform the design department to hold a meeting immediately."

"Okay, let's end the meeting!" Mamoru Inaba left the table angrily.

Nanao Saiki retracted his hand and smiled. He looked at the silver-haired youth sitting there at a loss and accepting the praises of the shareholders.

Cherin: "I couldn't tell. You are pretty good."