Lu Zhe used impassioned words to boost morale.
Wen Tang discreetly glanced over.
Most shareholders had genuine subservience in their eyes, with only a small faction belonging to Lu Yun's Faction, echoing agreement with feigned gestures of flattery.
She represented Lu Yun, but even more so, herself, as most were listening to Lu Zhe's plans for the company and its future development.
She rarely spoke up.
At last, when Wen Tang was about to leave the conference room, someone called out her name.
"Ah Tang."
She stopped and turned around.
Lu Zhe approached her, and Wen Tang looked at him with an attentive stance, politely calling out, "Chairman Lu."
Lu Zhe smiled and said, "No need to be so formal. There are no outsiders here. Just call me 'Uncle' as before."
Wen Tang dutifully responded, "Uncle."
Lu Zhe beamed with happiness and, ensuring Lu Yun wasn't around, asked, "I didn't ask during the meeting, but why didn't your dad come?"
