In Liu Zhizhong's memory, his godfather is a man of great strategy.
The man who can now become the head of the Southwest Conference is really more than just a smiling tiger.
His strategies and plans are almost perfect, but it's a pity that I, Liu Zhizhong, have died.
Turning white-haired overnight, closing doors to visitors for half a year, what kind of father-son relationship is this?
Liu Zhizhong feels deeply honored and equally deeply emotional.
At this moment, he really wants to see his godfather.
However, it's nighttime now, and he doesn't want to disturb too much.
So, he says to Qian Xuan: I still have the house keys, I'll go home first. You can take the fish with this vehicle, drop me off, leave some fish, and I'll have a private meeting with my godfather tomorrow noon, then we'll talk, okay?
