"Mom, where are you going? Get in the car."
Qiao Yu had just walked a few steps when she heard her daughter's voice coming from behind her.
She turned around and saw that her daughter had already half entered the car and was waving at her.
Even as the car was about to reach the hotel, she still couldn't figure out how her nephew had suddenly become the "Chairman" everyone was talking about?
She had maintained a very proper sitting posture throughout the ride. Normally talkative, she hadn't uttered more than two words today in the car.
There was a time when she, too, had participated in such airport reception ceremonies, holding signs, standing in lines; one would wait what felt like half a day. Back then, they were receiving a CEO of a listed company. Now that she thought about it, the spectacle had not been as grand as today's.
