A while back, Xiang Zongyin fell ill. If it weren't for Xiang Yimo gradually steering the company back on course, the greatly shaken Xiang Zongyin might still be lying in hospital even now.
Today, his spirited vigor was all thanks to Xiang Yimo.
Zhong Lingling looked at the Xiang Zongyin before her.
She often saw Xiang Zongyin on the news before—he was an exceptional entrepreneur, a regular on various rich lists year after year!
Although she knew that Xiang Yimo was Xiang Zongyin's son, it was still incredible for her to see Xiang Zongyin in person.
"Who is this?" Xiang Zongyin didn't recognize Zhong Lingling, so he asked Xiang Yimo.
"My wife!" Xiang Yimo extended his hand and wrapped his arm around Zhong Lingling's shoulder.
One could imagine the kind of peculiar looks that followed from those trailing behind Xiang Zongyin and the many people gathered around Xiang Yimo when he said this.
