Zhao Caiyun wore a fawning smile and looked at the middle-aged man beside her, asking, "President Wang, isn't this your son?"
"The things you shouldn't know, just don't ask. Behave and work for us, and you'll not be short of benefits."
President Wang took out twenty thousand yuan from a briefcase beside him, placed it on the table, and stood up to leave.
Zhao Caiyun, seeing the twenty thousand yuan on the table, her face broke into a full smile, "President Wang, let me see you out."
"No need, you both stay and have a meal. I'll cover the bill this time."
After President Wang finished speaking, he departed with the several people beside him.
Only Zhao Caiyun and Sun Tianyong were left.
"Mom, they don't seem to be here for matchmaking."
Sun Tianyong picked up his chopsticks and started eating without any concern for his image.
It was his first time dining in such a restaurant.
