Qiu Jiahao sat down and sized up the Ji Group's CEO's office. Then, he smacked his lips and sighed. "Tsk, tsk. As expected of the Ji Group. Your office is imposing. It's as big as my father's three offices."
Ji Haoyu smiled and said nothing. He walked over and handed the wine to the other party.
"Drinking in broad daylight?" Qiu Jiahao said as he took it. He sized Ji Haoyu up and asked with a frown, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
"No," Ji Haoyu said. "It's been a long time. Do I need a reason to drink?"
"That's good." Qiu Jiahao grinned when he heard that. The two of them clinked glasses.
"Is the old man's body okay?" Qiu Jiahao leaned back slightly and asked Ji Haoyu.
Ji Haoyu nodded gently. "He's recovering well. He's also practicing Taiji now. His body looks much tougher. However, the doctor also said that many years of fatigue have caused him to suffer a lot of illnesses. He still has to pay attention at all times."
