Tianyun Group Headquarters.
Ling Fan got out of the taxi, looked up at the towering skyscraper in front of him, and felt a surge of emotion; he was finally back.
He walked straight into the lobby, where the receptionists, Lu Xiaomei and Zhao Xinxin, caught his eye.
"Is President Xiao upstairs?" Ling Fan approached the women and greeted them with a smile.
Lu Xiaomei and Zhao Xinxin were slightly taken aback—it had been a long time since they had seen Ling Fan at the company. Now, Vice Minister Ling's reputation within the group was resounding, even outshining Chairman Xiao Chubing.
"It's Vice Minister Ling; we haven't seen you in such a long time. The chairman seems to have gone on a business trip recently!" Lu Xiaomei said with a hint of excitement.
Nowadays, being able to converse or establish a connection with Ling Fan at the company was indeed a matter of great pride.
