Feng Zhenghua, a top figure in the business world of Yang City, possessed a status so elevated that ordinary people like them could only watch from afar, daring not to even breathe too heavily in his presence. Yet, Su Fan, so young, was completely composed in front of Su Zhenghua, with such an attitude.
Far from being angry, Feng Zhenghua actually took the initiative to bow and greet Su Fan, his demeanor still so humble and cordial.
Who could have imagined that now, the life of the heir to the Feng family business was in Su Fan's hands? Not to mention that Su Fan was about to become the president of the Yang City Martial Arts Association—just this alone made Su Zhenghua have to humble himself before Su Fan.
To put it bluntly, the century-old Feng family business was entirely dependent on Su Fan.
"Looking for me?"
"I'm just a despicable little figure despised by people. What business could a business magnate like you possibly have with someone like me?"
