Ye Fan and Zhang Li sat next to Jiang Guanding. Zhang Li looked at her old rival with some emotion. Once, Jiang Guanding alone had established Guanding Department Store, and he had engaged in fierce competition with Zhang Li, from customers to suppliers. It could almost be said to have been white-hot; in the end, the two sides ended up in a stalemate.
Now, the once-vibrant Jiang Guanding was gravely ill, looking like a dying old man, his eyes lifeless, his complexion ashen, and he even lacked the strength to sit up on his own. It must be known that Jiang Guanding was only thirty years old, the prime age for a man to mature and achieve success in his career.
"Director Zhang, I didn't expect we would meet under these circumstances. I'm not in good health, so I won't get out of bed," Jiang Guanding managed a weak smile on his face, which was poignant to see.
