It was that person!
Unlike the shabby figure in his memory, he was now dressed sharply, his face bearing an arrogance that seemed untouchable.
Low laughter rang in his ears. "It seems that resisting age is futile, but, if I may speak frankly, isn't Mr. Du always under Miss Qin's thumb?"
Han Jiaojiao's heart had already taken flight; at this moment, she didn't even care about Long Yueze's teasing. What else could be more important than the ring?
She showed a very happy smile and said to Long Yueze, "I'm sorry, Uncle Long, I must excuse myself."
Long Yueze was taken aback, and by the time he regained his composure, Han Jiaojiao was already walking towards Du Wenbo.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, President Long is still so dedicated, always picking the young ones," someone came over and teased Long Yueze, flanked by a tall beauty on each side. He sighed, "What a pity, what did I hear? Uncle Long, haha... I suggest you find another one."