Qi Chengyue thought to herself, 'Perhaps blood was indeed thicker than water.'
"His performance in the company has always been good, he has talent that I can admire. Personally, I've never interacted with him much. No conflict there, so why would I dislike him?" Qi Chengzhi crossed his legs and leisurely sipped his tea.
Qi Zhongxun heard his nephew's compliment and thought, 'There are few people that Qi Chengzhi admires and to think that Jian Yi would be one of them...'
"Since you're his superior, I trust that you'd have a certain degree of understanding of the man. You really think well of him?" Qi Zhongxun asked, leaning forward expectantly.
Qi Chengzhi slowly sipped his tea. Those raven black eyes laid on Qi Zhongxun, a slight nod. "He's a good candidate."
At a corner, Qi Chengyue jumped with unrestrained glee. "Dad, I told you. My taste has standards."
