Yang Qi was an experienced man, after all. "Don't spread word of what happened today. Your Martial Uncle has his own plans."
Although Yang Qi had a straightforward temper, he wasn't a fool—otherwise, he'd never have become the Chairman. It seemed he was stuck with Wang Meng as his Martial Uncle.
"Crap, I forgot about our guests!" Yang Qi finally remembered. Guests from Haojing were definitely a big deal.
"In that case, I won't disturb you. I'll be on my way; I still have a lot to do."
"Haha, little brother, from now on, treat this place as your own home. You're always welcome. I'll go deal with those people."
Yang Qi chuckled. He was adapting to his new role quite quickly. The guests were probably about to lose their tempers. He wondered who had come this time.
