"Then drive. What are you waiting for?" The handsome man sitting on the backseat replied nonchalantly.
He hadn't expected to meet Tang Moyu's daughter today and certainly hadn't anticipated their short encounter. As he held the chocolate bar in his hand, Zhang Jiren briefly remembered the little girl's face.
The corner of his lips turned up. For the longest time, there wasn't a single person who wished him luck or greeted Zhang Jiren with such a smile for his birthday. Suddenly, out of nowhere, that adorable little girl did.
His assistant said no more and drove towards Zhang Corporation, where the Chairman, as well as Zhang Wuying, were waiting. Zhang Jiren had recently come back from London, after going back and forth between New York and Norway to help Zhang Corporation improve their overseas relations.
"Why does that old woman want to meet me?" Zhang Jiren suddenly asked his assistant.
