Lu Zhe sighed, "I really had no choice."
Pei Heyan lifted his eyelids and looked at him, "Are you sure?"
"The funding is still pouring in. Once we pull out, all the previous investment will be for nothing."
He was betting that Lu Zhe wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.
There came a knock at the door.
All three turned their heads in unison.
A man dressed in gray casual wear entered their view, not old, probably around twenty-three or twenty-four, hair styled in a neat 7:3 parting. His features bore a subtle resemblance to Pei Heyan, but not quite.
Wen Tang stared at the man's face, feeling it somehow familiar, yet she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.
"Bro." The man walked over at a leisurely pace, unaffected by Lu Zhe's fixed gaze, "Don't tell me you don't recognize me?"
Wen Tang had an epiphany.
She remembered.
Pei Jiadong.
The son of Second Master Pei.
"It's Jiadong," Lu Zhe, with a keen eye, recognized him first and greeted him.
