Xiahou Chunyi was right.
The heir to the Wilson family doesn't have the right to be decadent.
Having more at birth than others also means that in the future, he will need to give and sacrifice more.
Shao Mangliang nodded upon hearing this, feeling that Xing Chen made a lot of sense.
Ten minutes later.
Xing Chen was already dressed impeccably, his hair neatly styled, his suit exuding nobility.
Even the wristwatch he wore was of such high class.
Shao Mangliang looked Xing Chen up and down, admiringly sighed, "As expected of the president of a vast corporate empire. Drunk one moment and ready the next, regaining his usual cold demeanor."
"Cut the nonsense. How's the situation by the sea?" Xing Chen shot him a glance, not mentioning his drunken state last night, instead calmly asking about the search for Ran Xiangsi.
From this moment on, he was the cold and unfeeling emperor, with no room for personal emotions, not letting anything sway his thoughts.
