The banquet won't begin for a while, Lu Zhao takes Rong Zhi to find Rong Fangjun.
The youth's steps are light and unhurried as he traverses the hall.
Hotel lounge.
Rong Fangjun is wearing a perfectly fitted Zhongshan suit, his face looks aged yet undiminished in sharpness, exuding a penetrating understanding of worldly affairs.
"Help me see if my collar's crooked." Rong Fangjun raised his chin, signaling Rong Xian'an to take a look.
Rong Xian'an helplessly reached over to adjust the already perfectly straight collar once again, "Dad, it's just an introduction banquet, no need to be so tense."
Rong Fangjun glared at him, "What do you know, only if I prioritize the third one, will those uncles in the company prioritize him."
Back when Rong Qichuo joined the company, he helped out quite a bit, along with Rong Xian'an offering guidance, Rong Qichuo actually had a smooth path, but Rong Zhi is different.
She only has me, her grandfather, paving the way.
