Wen Zhaoye leaned back lazily in his chair, his thin lips slightly parted as he exhaled wisps of white smoke, his appearance both roguish and sexy.
She stopped in her tracks, her dark eyes trembling slightly: "..."
I have to admit, he's really good-looking. I bet he's just as good at playing around with women as his scumbag father.
Jiang Peitian noticed her expression, and the corners of his lips curved slightly:
Sure enough, my son is outstanding; he inherited my talent for attracting women.
"Come on, let's go inside."
Li Hai gave Li Tian a push, then turned to Jiang Peitian and greeted him with a smile:
"Old Chiang, we're late."
The two people who were sitting stood up one after the other, and Jiang Peitian greeted them with a smile:
"It's alright, we just arrived too, and we're all acquaintances, so please make yourselves at home."
Li Tian sat down next to him, glancing at Wen Zhaoye. Jiang Peitian introduced them:
“He is my son, Zhaoye, and sunrise is his.”
Li Hai praised, "Old Jiang, your son has the same drive you had when you were young."
Wen Zhaoye spoke indifferently:
"No, it was all his help. Otherwise, I would be nothing."
Li Hai's smile froze for a moment, then he spoke:
"Young people are just humble. Like my daughter, Tian Tian, who studied painting, but she wouldn't even let me paint a picture for her."
Although Jiang Peitian knew that Wen Zhaoye's attitude just now was not good, he was still his son and couldn't bear to scold him.
"Yes, yes, we are all getting old. In a few years, it will be time for us to step down."
Listening to their conversation, Wen Zhaoye sighed inwardly.
Li Tian took a small sip of her drink, put down the cup, and gazed at him with a soft smile, saying:
"Isn't it annoying to listen to them talk?"
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