Father Song's expression indeed brightened considerably as he sat back down, "Qingge has been spoiled by her mother and me. You and she have been childhood friends, and she particularly listens to you; she will definitely take your words to heart."
Leng Youchen leaned forward to personally pour a cup of tea for Father Song and handed it to him, "As long as Father Song doesn't mind that I come across as distant."
"Not at all, not at all." Father Song hurriedly accepted the tea cup and exchanged pleasantries with Leng Youchen. After a few words, he steered the conversation towards the company. Leng Youchen concealed the sharpness in his gaze, knowing that he was here concerning the shares of Song's Industries he had acquired.
He spoke indifferently, "Indeed, I have been considering venturing into industrial development lately. It seems my people have misunderstood; I'll have them withdraw."
