"Sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else," compared to Ding Minghui's bewildered face, the expressions on Fu Zi's parents and Meng Xiaoyang's faces were even more dramatic. What did that driver of the Rolls-Royce call Ding Minghui? Mr. Ding?
Not a single item of clothing on Ding Minghui's body, from his clothes to his shoes, cost more than 200 yuan. He wasn't even qualified to be the driver of that car, so how could he deserve the title "Mr. Ding"?
However, the driver didn't even glance at them; he continued speaking to Ding Minghui, "Mr. Ding, you've forgotten that you have a project to discuss with Zhiteng Technology this afternoon. The boss of Zhiteng Technology will probably come over as well!"
"Zhiteng Technology?" A look of shock uncontrollably surfaced on Meng Xiaoyang's face. Zhiteng Technology was not some unknown small enterprise; although it was a very young company, it dominated the gaming industry in Jiangnan City.
