This is young master ya's son!

Director Hu glanced at Rong Yan, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, which were almost hidden by the fat on his face. He lowered his head and said to the old master, " "old man, i'll give you a big gift today. i'm sure you'll be happy to see it."

The old man was still motionless, as if he had really fallen asleep and could not hear anything.

Director Hu also knew that the old man probably didn't want to talk to him, but it didn't matter. When he saw the gift, he would only thank him.

"Someone, bring the old man's gift over," director Hu said loudly.

Secretary Zhou really wanted to pull out a gun and shoot director Hu right now. This fat pig was completely trying to get into his line of fire. He lowered his head and said, "Young Madam, Zhenzhen."

Rong Yan didn't care. it doesn't matter. Let him do whatever he wants. Let him use all his tricks.

Soon, a young, gentle-looking woman walked in with a boy who looked to be three or four years old.