Upon hearing that Wang Yan had come in person, Li Gang and his son couldn't help but be overjoyed, and their morning anxiety instantly vanished. The two exchanged glances and both burst into laughter.
Li Gang looked back at Zhao Xinyao, who had been sitting steadily on the sofa, and said, "President Zhao, I apologize for the display. It seems today, you have the deepest foresight."
Zhao Xinyao smiled slightly without speaking, but secretly thought, "Three enemies, it doesn't matter which one dies first."
Li Gang never imagined that beneath Zhao Xinyao's smiling exterior lay such a venomous thought.
By this time, Li Zhe had already instructed his staff, "Open the door, today I want to give a proper reception to our old friend—Wang Yan."
When Li Zhe spoke the words "reception," he practically gritted his teeth.
In the huge office of Gangzhe Group, Li Gang sat steadily at the large desk, flanked by Li Zhe and Zhao Xinyao.
