If it was two to three months ago, Nian Fengyan would have suspected that he was dreaming when he was being praised by so many people. This was because no one praised him in reality, only people mocked him.
But now, he was already used to compliments and regarded himself as an authority in the mask industry.
In the face of such praise, he was no longer at a loss at the beginning. He was able to speak frankly and deal with it appropriately.
Liu Qing watched from the side and could not help but sigh. The current Nian Fengyan already had the aura of a successful entrepreneur, and was no longer like a failure in life like before. He could not hide the trace of dejection between his brows.
"This person has been reborn." That was what he thought.
In Nian Fengyan's eyes, Liu Qing was no longer the rich second-generation heir from before. He had already become a leading figure among the young entrepreneurs in Peng City.