Zhang Jiren crossed his legs and asked the secretaries to serve them some refreshments. He just technically arrived from London, and had only stopped by a nearby shopping mall to do some inspection on one of their stores. However, he hadn't expected to meet the young daughter of the empress when he wandered around the department store.
"I was told that you want Tang Beixuan to join the company." He told his father, not beating around the bush. The sooner this talk was over, the better for Zhang Jiren. He picked up his drink and took a sip from it. The warm and distinct bitterness of his tea hit his palate and soothed his aching throat.
The contradicting weather of London and Shenzhen was not something he fancied. He felt like a piece of ice being thrown into boiling water. Plus, the sudden change of the weather made him feel ill.
