"He's who?" Zhong Bai glanced at Lin Mo, frowning with displeasure.
Zhong Junxian spoke helplessly, "He's a friend of Miss He, claiming to know Qiao Meng and wanted to go inside to see an old friend."
Zhong Bai sized him up and, seeing that he didn't carry himself with the air of nobility and was dressed quite ordinarily, his brows knit together even tighter.
"Dad, this guy is just trying to boast, don't pay any attention to him," Zhong Junxian huffed lightly.
He Wuxue was at a loss too, she hadn't expected the seemingly honest Lin Mo to be vain.
As everyone's thoughts diverged, another man, about thirty years old, emerged from inside. He wore a green suit, chin lifted slightly, his face full of arrogance.
"Mr. Zhong, think about the contract we discussed earlier. If you aren't willing to agree, there are plenty of other companies that would love to work with us," the man said imperiously as he approached.
Zhong Junxian's face turned slightly upon seeing him.
