Old Mr. Cheng's murky eyes trembled faintly. This Meng Liangdong, he was very much like himself in his younger days.
But Ma Junying was very curious about him, "He is the accountant of Rice Flower Fragrance? Is he that tall, very meticulous man?"
Lin Yuan nodded, surprised that Ma Junying actually remembered Meng Liangdong.
Ma Junying nodded suddenly, sighing, "No wonder I felt he was different from the others. It turns out that he has such a past. If it's really as you said, then this man is truly a pity."
But Old Mr. Cheng had come to terms with a lot, not knowing whether he was talking about himself or Meng Liangdong, "There's nothing to pity. This young man is more enlightened than this old one. If back in the day I had half of his awareness, I wouldn't have pursued fame and fortune for most of my life."
Lin Yuan and Ma Junying looked at each other. Although they could hear Old Mr. Cheng's sense of release, it wasn't hard to see the journey he took to reach this realization.
