Mo Ang nodded politely. "Good morning, Chairman Wen, Chairman Yu, and the lovely Ziqian..."
The lovely Ziqian???
This adjective was definitely being used for the first time on his son, which felt incredibly awkward.
But his wife had already given him the order to make sure to win over their son as soon as possible. Otherwise, as a father, he's seen as incapable if he can't even handle a child—how could he do anything significant?
He was a dignified leader with important responsibilities, and if even his wife looked down on him, that would be quite a failure.
Yu Ziqian looked at Mo Ang's handsome side, pouted, still with a little proud look, not even glancing at people. But in her heart, there was definitely another scenario, 'Haha... Uncle Mo Ang is still very handsome, estimated to be just a tad less attractive than his dad, but compared to other dads, really much better. Taking such a dad out is still quite something to be proud of, hmm... this is very good, he likes it!'
