"Uncle Zheng, do you mean that even if you have other children in the future, the President's position still goes to the most capable one?" Yixin looked at him with some doubt.
Zheng Haoyu nodded, "Of course."
The current Huaxiang Group supports countless people every day. If it couldn't be managed well for the sake of family heritage, countless people would be jumping from buildings every day. As the young President who took control of Huaxiang and led it to new heights, Zheng Haoyu felt a great sense of responsibility.
Yixin reluctantly nodded, but still did not believe it. Back then, he tried everything to save Lian Ze's life. Wouldn't he give the best to him? That day, he saw that boy, dressed in priceless garments, pale-faced and footsteps unsteady. He looked like a well-cared-for child.
The little one once again crossed out Zheng Haoyu in his heart and lowered his head to eat.
