Cheng Qi flipped through the information and read through it in one glance.
This 40-something-year-old lady's name was Ming Dongmei. She was the eldest daughter of the Ming family in the Southern United States newspaper industry and the vice president of the newspaper industry group.
She had never met Cheng Qingyun in her life, but recently, she suddenly took a special plane back to the country and personally picked up Cheng Qingyun.
It was quite strange.
"Young master, are we still going to pick up Miss Cheng?" The assistant, Old Cheng, rubbed his hands, still somewhat expectant.
Old Cheng was Cheng Qi's assistant and housekeeper, and he had watched Cheng Qi grow up. A few years ago, Cheng Qi was bullied terribly by these hateful bastards, but the old master turned a blind eye to it. Old Cheng felt his heart ache, and his tears fell.
