Leading Hui Lin into the company's reception area, there were various reception rooms of different sizes on the first floor, besides the front desk, designed with fashionable elements to create soundproof walls, looking both beautiful and simple.
Entering the room the front desk staff mentioned, what caught their eyes was indeed the person Yang Chen had guessed.
Lin Zhiguo was wearing a slightly heavy black coat, holding a cup of hot tea brought by the staff. Despite his relatively young face, there were hardly any signs of aging. He sat quietly in his seat, exuding a silent but imposing aura.
Gray Robe, still clad in a gray robe, stood quietly in the corner, bowing his head as if dozing off.
Seeing Yang Chen and Hui Lin walk in, Lin Zhiguo's solemn face finally showed a hint of warmth, albeit only towards Hui Lin.
"Hui'er, come to Grandpa's side," Lin Zhiguo beckoned to Hui Lin.
