Gong Zeli looked up at Qiao Ruhai and smiled. "Mr. Qiao, please take a seat."
Seeing that he was still standing, Qiao Ruhai didn't dare to sit down first.
In fact, he was feeling very uneasy.
He didn't know why Gong Zeli called him over.
The Gong and Qiao families had never contacted each other.
It wasn't that he didn't want to interact with the Gong family, but the Qiao family wasn't powerful enough to do so.
In the eyes of the Gong family, the Qiao family was nothing.
But now that the Young Master of the Gong family suddenly said that he had something to discuss with him, Qiao Ruhai couldn't guess what it was. Thinking about the comments the people in Yuncheng City made about this Young Master of the Gong family, he felt very nervous and afraid.
Everyone knew that this Young Master Gong had a bad temper and was temperamental. He wasn't someone to be trifled with.
Offending him meant death.
