Yan Ting's gaze carried a hint of warning as he glanced at Huo Qinglin.
Then, he spoke: "Grandfather, Uncle, you're here so early?"
Old Sir Huo stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Yan Ting, you are truly your grandfather's pride. This time, you single-handedly opened the Western European Market. With this, the Huo Family's wealth will rise to another level. Grandpa is truly happy."
Huo Tianfeng also stood up and offered some pleasantries: "Truly, the student surpasses the master, Yan Ting. Uncle must also congratulate you on securing such a massive market."
Yan Ting picked up a glass of wine, clinked it with his uncle's, and drained it in one gulp.
"Thank you, Uncle, for your care and guidance. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. I hope that in the future, we, as uncle and nephew, can join hands to create an even more brilliant tomorrow." Yan Ting's words carried a veiled connotation, but only Huo Tianfeng caught the implicit warning.
