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Xiang Xingqing sneered continuously, Su ZhenGuo had no sons, only a daughter, which was his regret.
This became the main subject of Xiang Xingqing's ridicule.
Hearing Xiang Xingqing's words, even the other few people standing here were seething with anger.
"A dog's mouth can't produce ivory."
Su ZhenGuo's eyes flashed coldly as he spoke.
"You still want to introduce your son-in-law to Mr. Zhang? Does he even qualify?"
Xiang Xingqing, also a sworn enemy of Su ZhenGuo, did not restrain himself at all.
"Today, my son is the focus."
Xiang Xingqing spoke proudly.
His son had just returned from studying abroad, and for this banquet, Xiang Xingqing brought his son along.
Xiang Xingqing's son, Xiang Rong, though average in appearance and ability, was very eloquent.
Xiang Xingqing had confidence in his son, certain he could befriend Mr. Zhang.