Huamao Hotel…
Yan Wangchuan stood there solemnly like the cold wind.
The group of reporters looked at each other. For a moment, no one actually dared to ask questions until a male reporter stood up. "Mr. Yan, are you that President Yan from Yan Jewelries?"
Yan Wangchuan looked at him, his gaze open and honest. He didn't avoid facing the camera.
"Is there another person called Yan Wangchuan?"
The reporter was rendered speechless and smiled awkwardly. How should I interview him? I can't continue with the next line at all.
Another reporter jumped out. "Um… what's your relationship with Ms. Qiao?"
"Senior and junior disciples."
Not many people knew that Yan Wangchuan's master was Old Master Qiao. Others might not know this, but he wouldn't lie in public.
