During this period of time, Su Jin was busy getting in touch with his biological parents and reuniting with Jin Hengyuan and his wife. Other than that, he couldn't care about anything else.
Regarding Yang Jiahui and Bo Feihong's recent situation, she only knew that they were about to get married, but she didn't know that there was such a contradiction between them.
"Let's do it this way!" She nodded.
Two hours later, Jin Hengyuan drove Su Jin from Shan County to a rather large office building in Shanghai.
Jinyuan Creation had rented four floors, and there were nearly a hundred employees upstairs.
Here, everyone recognized Jin Hengyuan and respected him. Everyone knew that he was an extraordinary man.
Jin Hengyuan rarely came. When he did, his face was usually as cold as an iceberg or a steel plate.
Moreover, he was often alone.
If it wasn't cold, it would drop out of nowhere.
