Mr. Qi's white hair is still there, not dyed black, but this rich second-generation's mental outlook is different. There's less blind arrogance on his face and in his eyes, replaced by a touch of maturity. These changes are probably all influenced by Lin Tian.
Lin Tian patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of approval, and naturally, Mr. Qi was very happy, even happier than getting affirmation from his father.
"Boss Qi, you're a martial artist. Since when did you start using these pretentious words? That's for those slick businessmen." Lin Tian joked.
Qi Dapeng led Lin Tian into the living room and said politely, "Mr. Lin, you're right. Honestly, I'm not very used to it either. It's just that after interacting with those people outside for so long, these things come out naturally."
"Son, quickly serve tea to your benefactor." Qi Dapeng instructed his son again.
