Well, when the time comes, I will give that woman some money and visit Zhao Zhao regularly.

As for other things... I just hope that woman won't be too greedy...

otherwise......

A few days later, in the president's office of Ying's Building.

"President, I have screened all the identity information that meets the requirements."

"Um."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao~"

"You should, young master."

The word "Uncle" scared Secretary Zhao so much that his legs went limp. He looked at the well-behaved little baby sitting on the president's lap with a stiff but polite smile on his face.

What merits did he have to deserve to be called uncle by the crown prince of the group?

Not to mention that the young master is the president's only bloodline, just looking at the president's indulgent and doting attitude towards the young master, his position as the future successor of the group is a sure thing.

After Secretary Zhao left, Ying Zheng carried the kid to the sofa, placed a thick stack of documents in front of him, rubbed his furry little head, and whispered instructions.

"Dad doesn't know your mother. Zhao Zhao can look for her on his own."

"Hmm? Why doesn't Father know Mother..."

Ying Zhao blinked his eyelashes in confusion, frowned his round little face and thought hard. When he found out that his father was busy, he stopped worrying about it and decided to find his mother instead.

Ten minutes later, an excited baby voice was heard in the quiet and deserted office.

"Father! This is Mother! Zhao Zhao has found Mother~"

"Well, I'll have someone contact her and arrange a meeting with you as soon as possible."

The little man's excitement and excitement obviously did not infect Ying Zheng. He continued to work without raising his head, and his handsome face showed a cold indifference as if it had nothing to do with him.

Ying Zhao couldn't understand why his father, who loved his mother so much, became so cold and heartless.

He frowned angrily, ran to his father and raised the information in his hand.

"Father, look, this is Mother!"

"How could you not recognize my mother? My father loved her so much..."

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Ying Zheng looked down at the little boy who was about to cry, his deep phoenix eyes filled with helplessness.

He sighed softly and took the information, intending to deal with it perfunctorily.

He didn't know where the kid got these wild thoughts from. To him, useless things like love and romance were completely stumbling blocks to his career.

There is no way that Ying Zheng would fall in love with someone, let alone love deeply.

However, the next moment, when his peripheral vision swept across the photo on the file, his pupils, as dark as night, suddenly shrank...