Li Mingxuan is the chairman of Mingxuan Industries, thirty-six years old, keeping every entry in the company accounts crystal clear. That afternoon, the last thirty million was transferred out, and he rushed to the rooftop, barely managing to shield his seven-year-old daughter Li Xingxing behind him. Ever since then, he became a person only his daughter could see; no one in the company could recognize him anymore, but the accounts still recognized him. Li Xingxing handed over the voice recorder, the transfer receipt, and a video sealed three months ago one by one, while six directors in the conference room watched her finish reading the thirty-seven accounts.