As he spoke, he opened his arms wide toward Ji Chicheng, attempting to embrace him.
Ji Chicheng frowned in disgust, took a step to the side, and avoided the approaching old man.
"Mr. Charles."
Ji Jingfeng politely bowed to Mr. Charles, reaching out his right hand excitedly.
He had finally met the legendary Mr. Charles in person.
"Who is this...?"
Mr. Charles did not offer his hand to Ji Jingfeng, instead pretending not to recognize him, and looked at Ji Chicheng with confusion on his face.
In that moment, Ji Jingfeng's face was indescribably awkward, his extended hand stiffened, he clenched his teeth in secret, yet he was forced to squeeze out a smile to greet Mr. Charles.
"Ji Jingfeng, President of J.C."
Upon hearing Ji Jingfeng's self-introduction, Mr. Charles looked at Ji Chicheng in surprise, "Isn't the president of J.C. you, handsome?"
Ji Chicheng still carried an air of disdain, proudly tilting his chin up and his lips pursed into a straight line.
