Qi Lei looked at Song Zhen with disbelief, "An heir?"
But, Boss has two Young Masters!
Under the effects of alcohol, Song Zhen's cheeks were a rosy pink. He looked at Qi Lei and then averted his gaze, the elegance revealed when the light in his eyes softened made Qi Lei's heart skip a beat.
His boss was really too handsome!
Song Zhen's lips curled into a smile that seemed to spread across the sky like a splendid sunrise, or like blossoms of peach trees competing to bloom, dazzling to the eyes.
"Lei, do you know what being the richest man means?"
"The richest man, that's the person with the most money!"
Song Zhen let out a soft sigh, "No, the richest man is someone who is meant to be surpassed. It's like records, they exist to be broken.
I'm the wealthiest now, but what about next year? Or the year after?
No rich list stays the same year after year.
No tycoon can hold the title of the richest man forever.
