Zhong Hongguang was driving himself today and was currently on an international call when he saw Yao Chun and her daughter approaching through the car window.
"That's all for now, send me the contract later!" he finished, hung up the phone, pushed open the car door, and stepped out to meet them.
"Is Xixi done with school?"
Today, Zhong Hongguang was dressed more casually than usual, in suit pants and a black leisure shirt, topped with a short men's trench coat.
From what Zheng Juanjuan had told Shen Chaoxi, he was five years older than Yao Chun, but dressed this way, he looked like a mature man in his thirties.
It had to be said, Yao Chun had good taste.
Shen Daguang was a famously handsome man in his youth, but he had let himself go in middle age, developing the greasy appearance typical of such men.
However, such troubles were nowhere to be seen in the man before her.
Shen Chaoxi nodded at him and returned a faint smile.
"Xixi, you should greet him," Yao Chun reminded.