"A toxic-looking old man and a sickly child."
Qin Guang walked towards the reception room.
As he walked, he pondered the purpose of Zhou Changsheng bringing these two people over.
When Jiang Qingxue mentioned this toxic-looking old man earlier, her tone was very calm.
But Qin Guang could hear the fear she deliberately hid in her voice.
When Jiang Qingxue spoke of this old man, deep inside her heart, there was indeed a hint of fear.
You have to know that Jiang Qingxue was not a woman unfamiliar with the world.
For her to feel fear when mentioning an old man she had only met once indicated that this man was no ordinary person.
The reception room and the president's office were on the same floor, just a minute or two away by foot. Upon opening the door, Qin Guang saw Zhou Changsheng as well as the old man and child described by Jiang Qingxue.
His gaze first settled on the old man.
The old man looked to be over seventy, tall and thin, to the point of being skin and bones.
