This Is Not a Reconciliation, It's a Threat

He Congming turned around and saw the two of them.

He had never seen Tang Wanru and Jiang Yao before and had no impression of them. At this moment, he glanced at them and slowly stood up. He greeted her politely, "Mrs. Jiang, who is this?"

Jiang Yao took a step forward and stood in front of Tang Wanru. He extended his hand to him. "Hello, President He. I'm Jiang Yao. There was a traffic jam on the viaduct just now. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

His attitude was neither servile nor overbearing, but He Congming thought highly of him. However, it was only a glance. He shook Jiang Yao's hand before letting go. He praised politely, "Ah, so it's Young Master Jiang. You're too polite. I just arrived not long ago.

"How about this? You guys take a seat first. I'll get the waiter to bring another cup of coffee."

He Congming called the waiter over and ordered another cup of coffee.