"Mr. Chu is truly too young."
Feng Yuanzhong exclaimed with immense emotion.
As he looked at Chu Chen now, Feng Yuanzhong's heart was filled with awe.
If Chu Chen had been a middle-aged man or an elder like himself, as he had imagined, Feng Yuanzhong might not have had the same level of reverence.
Such a young Chu Chen, yet Liu Ji'an referred to him as a "big shot," indicating terrifying status and background.
It was highly likely that he was a young master from Beijing.
Behind Chu Chen, there must be a formidable and boundless power.
Otherwise, why would Liu Ji'an, who managed a three-hundred-billion real estate group and had been in business for two or three decades, treat Chu Chen with such respect?
Thinking of this, Feng Yuanzhong looked at Chu Chen more respectfully.
"Oh, right, Mr. Chu, Mr. Liu, this is my grandson, Feng Zhiran."
Remembering his grandson nearby, Feng Yuanzhong hurriedly introduced him.
