The elderly man looked to be in his seventies, with a head full of silver hair and a hint of shrewdness in his eyes.
He was none other than Huang Fengmao, the current head of the Huang Family in Shanghai.
Seeing Chu Chen arrive, Mo Aoqun enthusiastically walked over.
"Hey, Xiaohui, what are you doing in Chu Chen's car?"
Mo Aoqun was somewhat surprised upon seeing Mo Hui in Chu Chen's car.
"You're always busy, and hard to reach by phone. Xiao Chen picked me up from the airport."
Mo Hui said with a hint of complaint.
"My fault, my fault."
Mo Aoqun apologized.
"Thank you, Chu Chen, please come in and have a rest."
Mo Aoqun invited Chu Chen and the others inside.
"Father, Mo Yuwan and Chu Chen actually managed to win over Mo Hui."
Not far away, Huang Biyu approached Huang Fengmao and whispered.
"No matter. Whoever the boy wins over is irrelevant, as long as it's not Mo Aoqun."
Huang Fengmao sneered.
