At this moment, inside a medium-sized villa in the entire alley, Zhao Zhenhao's father, Zhao Changsheng, was sitting on the sofa with the lady Wei Qianru, inquiring about the details of the recent dinner.
"Zhenhao," Zhao Changsheng pondered, "you just said, Wang Hao almost stole all of your thunder. You spent nearly three million on this dinner, and in the end, you got nothing out of it, just a face full of paper notes, and you were even photographed by Fang Wenbin from the Fang family?"
It was like a stain that could last a lifetime!
Zhao Zhenhao sighed helplessly, "Yes, I prepared documents amounting to over a hundred thousand words, and in the end, none of them were used. What's worse, I'm afraid I've lost some points in Miss Yaning's impression of me."
Zhao Zhenhao was very frustrated.
