Tang Song turned around and looked at Tian Chengye, who was walking towards him, maintaining an expression that was just right on his face.
The moment their eyes met.
Tian Chengye's steps paused for an imperceptible moment.
His heart was stirred by a great wave.
The Tang Song before him was very different from the confident and sharp young man he had seen before.
In his eyes, Tian Chengye did not see any pride or show-off, only a deep and unfathomable calm.
He had none of the ostentation that wealth brings, nor the arrogance that comes with power.
But a deeper level, a sense of ease stemming from absolute control.
He had lived for nearly fifty years, having encountered many influential people.
Yet it was the first time he saw this "top-tier big shot" aura in someone so young.
"Uncle Tian, long time no see." Tang Song took the initiative to speak.
