"Welcome to Mr. Song!" Fu Qingfeng had a spring breeze smile on his face and held Song Yan's hand warmly.

"Mr. Fu is too polite." Song Yan responded calmly with a smile.

Because of Fu Qingfeng's reason, some of the dignitaries who came to the auditorium in advance, made friends with him intentionally or fawned with him stood at the entrance of the auditorium without entering. At the same time, they were curious. Fu Qingfeng was standing at the entrance of the auditorium obviously to meet someone, but who did he greet?

This time I saw Fu Qingfeng greeting a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old. Even if I...