Speaking of that Zhuang Haoran who actually had a reputation, Da Bai suddenly showed a glint of a sharp knife in his eyes that his wife couldn't detect.
Da Bai didn't know this person before, and, apart from his own pride, more importantly, Zhuang Haoran was an industrialist, while he, Da Bai, was not. He only dealt with finance, and the two had never intersected.
"What do you think of this Young Master Zhuang?" Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but regard Gu Nuan with newfound respect.
What kind of woman could she possibly be, with her modest family background, to be acquainted with a scion like Zhuang Haoran?
Gu Nuan didn't intend to hide the truth, and spoke frankly, "Mr. Zhuang is my teacher, a university professor, who introduced him as a client for whom I serve as an investment advisor."
Mrs. Zhao's eyes suddenly peered deeply at Gu Nuan's face.
