"Really?"
Ming Jing beckoned and a man standing behind her handed over a file. Ming Jing smiled as she looked at Mr. Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, please take a look."
Mr. Zhang hesitated before grabbing the file to look through it.
Closing the file, the old man laughed, "A tiger does not father a dog. I should have known, Ms. Zhu, please go ahead."
Zhu Wentao may be down now, but he was formidable when the company was first established.
As soon as Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Mr. Li glared at him, "Manager Zhang, have you gone senile?"
