"Dr. Zhuo, you are so polite. You have helped us Feng Yun a lot. It is reasonable and reasonable that I should visit you first and solemnly express our gratitude to Feng Yun."

"That's not necessary. I took action for the sake of Xiaoqing's mother and daughter. Besides, the prospects of your Feng Yun project are pretty good."

Feng Moyan was usually confident and arrogant, and it was difficult to take anyone seriously.

But in front of Zhuo Yueluan, he was extremely respectful and respectful.

Firstly, it was because of Wanzhuo Technology's international influence and its appeal in leading the rise of national brands that he truly admired Chairman Zhuo.

Secondly, he knew that Qian Qian would get to know his father and daughter sooner or later.

He used to look down on Yang Guohua. Even though he had been the son-in-law of the Yang family for three years, he never took his father-in-law seriously.

But now this real father-in-law is different, he is really not neglectful at all.

Therefore, the conversation can be said to be full of etiquette and excellent cultivation.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yueluan didn't appreciate it, and actually said it was "for the sake of Xiaoqing's mother and daughter." This seemingly light sentence was enough to express his attitude - so that he didn't need to get close.

The expression on Feng Moyan's face did not change, but he was already suppressing his emotions in his heart - as expected, this father-in-law was not easy to deal with.

Wang Cheng and Secretary Zhao on the side also tasted the atmosphere of close combat from their calm conversation, and the smiles on their faces were somewhat meaningful.

"Dr. Zhuo, please take a seat here." No matter how unhappy Feng Moyan felt, he still maintained a polite face. He turned his wheelchair towards the reception area and gave Wang Cheng a wink.

Wang Cheng immediately stepped forward: "Dr. Zhuo, what would you like to drink?"

"Just a cup of tea."

"Okay." When Wang Cheng turned around, he looked at Secretary Zhao, "Secretary Zhao, why don't I take you to the company to look around. Since the two companies are cooperating, of course we need to have a deeper understanding."

Secretary Zhao also knew that the boss was not here for official business and there was no use for him to stay, so he nodded after hearing this, "Okay, sorry for the trouble."

The two turned around and went out. Soon, only Feng Moyan and Zhuo Yueluan were left in the huge CEO office.

Zhuo Yueluan settled in the middle of the couch. When he sat down, he habitually placed his right hand on his knee.

Feng Moyan was sitting in a wheelchair, directly opposite the coffee table and facing the couch.

Therefore, he noticed Zhuo Yueluan's movements when he slowly sat down.

Perhaps because he also had difficulty with his legs and feet, he was particularly sensitive to this aspect. Looking at Zhuo Yueluan's posture and movements when he sat down, his eyes darkened, and it was almost certain that there was something wrong with his right leg.

They both sat down, but for some reason, no one spoke first.

It seems that they are all sizing up each other and rating each other mentally.

Not long after, there was a knock on the office door again, and Wang Cheng came in with brewed tea.

"Dr. Zhuo, your tea." Wang Cheng put down the tea respectfully, placed a cup of coffee in front of Feng Moyan, turned around and left.

Zhuo Yueluan sat up slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip. There was no emotion on his face, and he couldn't tell how he liked the tea.

Feng Moyan sat in the wheelchair, quietly observing his every move. When he put down the tea cup, he finally spoke first: "Dr. Zhuo, you came here specifically for official business, right?"

Zhuo Yueluan seemed to smile, "How do you say this?"

We are all smart people, so we won't talk in circles. Feng Moyan got straight to the point: "You went to the kindergarten to meet my three children yesterday. This is not what a business partner should do. What is Mr. Zhuo's intention? Why don't you just say it directly?

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But Zhuo Yueluan didn't say it directly. After he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes fell on Feng Moyan's legs, "When will your legs... get better?"

Feng Moyan looked at his legs, "This... doesn't your master know best?"

"Oh, I forgot. It was Yi Lin who performed the surgery on you. What a coincidence."

"It's quite a coincidence."

There was silence between the two for a few seconds, and just then, Zhuo Yueluan's cell phone rang.

"Sorry." He answered the phone without getting up, "Hello..."

I don't know what was said over there. He looked obviously excited, but he quickly suppressed it, and then calmly replied: "I know, hang up now."

I dropped my phone, and within a few seconds, it dinged again.

He opened WeChat, enlarged the picture, and stared at the screen of his phone silently.

His usual calm expression was filled with surprise, excitement, joy, and disbelief, all intertwined.

He seemed to have forgotten Feng Moyan's existence and stared at the screen of his phone for an unknown amount of time before sighing deeply, raising his face and looking at Feng Moyan.
Chapter completed!