The next morning at breakfast, Lu Qingqing couldn't help but bring up the matter.
She had racked her brains all night and had searched online with Fu Yisheng for Zheng Tianbai's photos and life achievements, yet she couldn't figure out any connection between herself and him.
Really don't know him, even after looking at the photos.
She has a pretty good memory; if she had indeed met Zheng Tianbai—the billionaire who went bankrupt but started anew—she would have remembered.
Everyone listened with a clueless expression, except for Grandpa Lu, who tilted his head and pondered, "Zheng Tianbai? Sounds somewhat familiar."
Lu Qingqing made a sound of curiosity, "Grandpa, do you know him?"
"Does he have a big mole on his chin? Thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square face?"
