Yuan Fanjiang was thirty-five years old this year, with a pair of eyes that sparkled with shrewdness, and his face often bore a smile, earning him the nickname "Smiling Fox".
Don't be fooled by his ever-present grin; in reality, he was quite scheming.
When Chen Xinwan asked him a question, he replied unhurriedly with a smile, "President Chen, she looks a lot like you. Although I don't know your relationship, when you stand together, I can tell – she's your daughter."
Chen Xinwan's face revealed a slight smile; she was overjoyed to hear others say Nan Qiao resembled her.
"President Yuan has an eye for truth – she is indeed my daughter, Nan Qiao."
Nan Qiao nodded slightly, "President Yuan, hello."
Yuan Fanjiang subconsciously almost greeted her with "Miss, hello", but after receiving a deep look from Nan Qiao, he corrected himself, "Miss Nan Qiao, hello."
Nan Qiao, "Mom, you go ahead and discuss the collaboration with President Yuan; I'll wait for you in the lounge."