Jian Zhiguo watched Jian Keyan leave. As soon as she disappeared from sight, he suddenly stood up, went to the bookshelf, took out an envelope, and put it into the pocket of his jacket.
Not long after, Jian Keyan returned, bearing another bowl of chicken soup.
Jian Zhiguo nodded in satisfaction, finding the soup quite pleasing.
"Dad, why did Tang Yishen suddenly call you? I remember that we do not usually communicate with him much, why would he contact you?"
Jian Keyan couldn't hold back her curiosity, so she asked aloud.
Jian Zhiguo paused for two seconds, then continued to sip his chicken soup as if nothing had happened.
"He is very interested in the new product in which I have invested, that is why he has been contacting me frequently. Businessmen get up early if it means making a profit, you should know that."
Jian Keyan was half-convinced, while Jian Zhiguo had already finished his second bowl of chicken soup.
