Zhu Shenglin watched the smiling Xu Musen on the television screen, at the age of twenty, full of youthful vigor, and moreover, that sense of being in complete control.
He had seen many a young talent, but most were from wealthy and powerful families, making it hard for such scions to be without charm.
However, such people often lacked a certain quality.
That was a kind of tenacity and the broad vision of self-made success.
He was certainly aware of Huang Tianming's situation, and based on the ties between the two families, he should have sent someone to check on him.
But after this incident occurred, the Huang Family clearly intended to replace this young master, so the Zhu Family was even less likely to pay attention to him.
People like them could sometimes be so pragmatic.
But as Zhu Shenglin looked at Xu Musen at this moment, and then thought of Huang Tianming, he actually felt a bit of a comparison in his heart.
A self-made young genius, and an arrogant young master.
