Leng Zimo strode out of the office, made a phone call to Xiao Ding, and asked him to prepare the car. He then took the elevator downstairs, heading straight to the parking lot.
Now, he was a man with a wife and child. To give his beloved family a bright future, he had to persevere, no matter how difficult it got, and bravely keep going.
As soon as he exited the elevator, he saw a person standing under the somewhat dim lights of the parking lot.
Dressed in light-colored casual wear, with hands in pockets in a lazy posture, the face between the long hair was solemn—usually a face that always carried a smile was now furrowed with tension.
After five years, this was the first reunion of two men.
Although Jiao Yang had undergone some changes compared to five years ago, Leng Zimo still recognized him at a glance.
"President Jiao!" Leng Zimo slightly furrowed his brows, stopped in his tracks, his tone indifferent and distant, "Is there something you need?"
