You Don’t Have a Father

"Ah?" The younger reporter was perplexed.

"Unless the situation calls for it, when have you ever seen Pei Ziheng being stoic? Here at the magazine, our seniors have his childhood photos saved, and even though he doesn't look as easygoing as Li Lei, he still looks relatively warm and friendly. From a young age, he's been very good with people."

People who had enough power, simply never needed to show it through their expressions.

His existence in itself was impressive.

On the other hand, the Li child, compared to Pei Ziheng in childhood, was simply different.

The younger reporter didn't understand it completely but nodded his head anyway.

Back there, Li Lei had already brought Li Rui through security, walking through the grass and making their way around the venue. There was a laidback grin on his face, and he sent greetings to the people he knew, engaging several in idle conversation.