"Boss Feng, it's been a while. To think that you still remembered me." Song Chuyi pulled out a leather office chair and sat down by himself, exuding a cool and imposing aura as though he was the real owner of the office.
"Of course I remember—Mr. Song was with Chief Zhan that day." Boss Feng showed a forceful smile. His intended meaning was that he only remembered him on account of Chief Zhan.
Song Chuyi said lightly, "Yes, Mingwei and I have known each other since we were young."
Boss Feng immediately got a rough understanding. Zhan Mingwei was born into an aristocratic family, and for Song Chuyi to have known him since he was young meant he was no simpleton.
"Also, very uncoincidentally, my family also invested in and opened Bo Han Hospital." Song Chuyi raised his chin slightly, speaking neither urgently nor slowly.
Boss Feng was startled again. "Then Song Huaisheng is…"
"My father." Song Chuyi's lips moved slightly.
