Rong Qing's posture stunned Chang Shengde for a moment.
Mainly because from the beginning of their meeting, Rong Qing had remained calm and collected.
Although merely a ten-year-old child, the oppressive aura he exuded was incredibly strong.
Just now, having been scrutinized by Rong Qing for a while, despite not having said much, Chang Shengde had already begun to sweat on his forehead.
Feeling uncomfortable all over.
As if all his little schemes had been seen through by Rong Qing.
It wasn't so apparent when picking him up at the airport, but now, sitting in the room preparing to review the relevant projects, that feeling was quite disconcerting and hard to adapt to all of a sudden.
But just now, the always stoic Rong Qing had actually smiled?
Gentle to no small degree, even planning to leave the room to answer a phone call?
Who was on the other end of the phone?
Chang Shengde weighed this in his mind.
Beginning to concoct his little schemes.
