"That's good." Felix nodded fairly and said, "We can't be biased against James Reed just because of Ethan Seymour and Charles Seymour."
"We should focus on the matter, not the person, and not look at someone with colored glasses just because of their background." Felix's lesson made Henry hurriedly say, "Dad, I understand."
"Mm, you're doing a great job." Felix patted his son, who was as tall as him, with satisfaction, "You've finally grown up."
The mutual praise between the Chapman father and son was just something they immersed themselves in, as for Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour, they didn't think about the Chapman family's matters at all.
The time quickly reached October, this month, for some people in the business world, something big was going to happen—Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour were getting married!
The night before the wedding, the little one lay on the bed, staring with big eyes at Charles Seymour by the bedside.
