Fu Xunzhao retrieved his phone and after replying to a few messages, he set it aside.
"Xiao Zhaoyang, this isn't like you, not to fire back."
As a child, Fu Xunzhao had almost always been a payback type, one who would retaliate on the spot.
"The bigger the fuss, the more painful the face will be."
Tsk tsk tsk.
He thought that his cousin had toned down a bit after going to college, but it seemed the rose had grown even thornier.
As soon as the words were out, there was suddenly some commotion in the crowd.
The two of them were drawn in, their gaze shifting over.
The figure in Fu Xunzhao's eyes became clearer and clearer until—
"Xiao Zhaoyang."
Not to mention Lin Zirui's surprise, Fu Xunzhao himself was a bit slow to react.
Who is this person in front of him?
The current president of Pei Group, President Pei, famous in the financial world for his good looks, and even capable of causing a stir in the entertainment circle.
