At that time, the big boss of the factory drove a Mercedes-Benz Tiger Head.
Seeing Tang Song's million-dollar luxury car now, the feelings stirred in his heart are indescribable.
Tiger, leaning against the door, twitched the corners of his mouth, with his face alternating in expressions.
The few people in the office looked at each other in dismay.
In their perception, this young man driving a silver Benz not only looked outstanding but also had a particularly strong aura.
He possessed a certain unhurried confidence, fundamentally different from people like them.
They just didn't expect that he was actually Tang Jianying's son.
Tang Xianli quickly walked out, looking at Tang Song in disbelief.
"Uncle Xianli, you're here too," Tang Song greeted him with a smile.
This was a relative from his family, and also a neighbor, who counted as one of the elders who watched him grow up.
