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Ji Anning and her group were involved in high-speed rail, and it took less than three hours to reach Hai City.
The press conference had already ended, and all the reporters and J.C.'s minority shareholders had left; the meeting room was deserted, save for the elderly patriarch sitting alone at the presentation table.
He was dressed in a proper suit, his graying hair neatly groomed.
His hands rested on the table, his back slightly hunched, his eyes cloudy as they looked at Ji Anning with a trace of worldly weariness.
Ji Anning's heart suddenly softened a bit. She walked up to the elder, lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes flickered.
"Anning."
Ji Zhengdao stared at Ji Anning for a while before sighing and speaking, "Come and sit."
He patted the seat beside him, signaling to Ji Anning.
But Ji Anning didn't approach; instead, she lifted her head to look at the elder, and asked indifferently, "Why did you give me the shares?"
