As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.,After looking at more than ten warehouses in a row, Fang Xing was stunned. He walked to an office next to the warehouse, but a greater shock awaited him.,On the desk in his office sat a cup of coffee. As soon as he reached for it, the coffee was hot.。