The meal lasted into the afternoon. Two families sat at one table, each harboring different thoughts.
"Boss Zhang, how old is your son this year?"
"Twenty-six," Zhang Zhaohai said, setting down his wineglass.
"That's not much different from our Shuhan's age." Mr. Zhou seemed to mention it casually. "Oh, right, didn't you say last time that young people should have plenty of common topics? No time like the present—why not introduce them to each other?"
At that moment, the thought in his heart had already grown increasingly strong.
A talent like this—if he didn't take the initiative, what was he waiting for?
As for looks?
Not important.
Habits, smoking, drinking...
Even less important.
And he felt that was perfectly normal.
"Meet each other? Hmm, I don't know if he's busy right now." Zhang Zhaohai hesitated slightly.
He knew his son was doing business on an earth-shaking scale and was busy all day long. What if he disturbed his important work?
"Uncle Zhang, if it's inconvenient, we can talk about it another time," Zhou Shuhan quickly said, taking the opportunity. "Or you could just forward me his WeChat."
"Forward his WeChat?" Zhang Zhaohai looked up at the girl in front of him and blinked.
How could his son's WeChat be handed out so casually?
If someone wanted to be friends with his son, it depended on whether they suited his son's taste.
"It's fine. Here, miss, I'll ask him first." As he spoke, Zhang Zhaohai sent a message on WeChat to ask.
Beside him, Mrs. Zhou kept drinking tea, feeling somewhat displeased.
Their family had already taken the initiative to this extent.
Why... was he still putting on airs?
If not for the fact that his son had built such a massive fortune through his own ability and was clearly highly