At eleven in the morning, He Jingyao finished the board meeting and returned to his office, just as He Yizheng coincidentally came out of the elevator.
Seeing the neatly suited and steady-stepped He Jingyao, He Yizheng's expression was rather fascinating.
"Uncle, you're back?" He Jingyao showed a faint smile. "You've been returning to the country quite frequently lately; is there a new project you're discussing?"
He Yizheng pursed his lips, suppressing the anger in his heart, and smiled: "I heard you were in trouble, so I came back to have a look… It's good that you're fine."
"Thanks to Uncle's blessings," He Jingyao curled the corners of his mouth.
The cheeks of He Yizheng twitched, and he barely smiled: "Indeed, it's Jingyao. I worried for nothing; who could easily harm you?"
