Sir Kwan, who had always been steady and composed, had already found it difficult to calm his thoughts that day. Now, he was even a little flustered and at a loss.
Had it been an ordinary day, and had it been any other car,
Zhou Quan would not have hesitated in the slightest if Old Mr. Zhou had invited him inside.
As they would say in Old Mr. Zhou's hometown, he would have scampered eagerly after him.
But in this setting, with this particular car, Zhou Quan simply did not have the nerve.
Old Mr. Zhou was not merely his grandfather now. He was the head of the Motherland's negotiating delegation.
And the car before him was a ceremonial car reserved for the Motherland's leaders.
"Come on in, youngster!"
Seeing Zhou Quan hesitate, Old Mr. Wang, who sat beside Old Mr. Zhou, could not help teasing him with a chuckle.
"We two old fellows aren't going to eat you!"
Old Mr. Wang was over seventy. In his eyes, Zhou Quan really was just a youngster.
"Get in. Brother Hanbin and I have a few things we'd like to discuss with you."
At the same time, Old Mr. Zhou urged him again with a broad smile.
With both elderly gentlemen having gone this far, Zhou Quan could not possibly keep hesitating, however apprehensive he felt.
"Forgive the intrusion."
Having made his decision, Zhou Quan naturally soon regained his usual expression.
Though he still could not calm himself inwardly, he appeared poised and at ease.
Zhou Quan closed the car door behind him and sat rigidly upright on the small seat opposite the two elderly gentlemen.
"Where's that swagger you usually have? This isn't like you!"
Seeing his young relative's stiff, solemn posture, Old Mr. Zhou could not help smiling.
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