Looking at Han Zhixin's confident demeanor, Ren Zhong momentarily felt slightly dazed.
Ancient memories slowly surfaced in his mind, and Ren Zhong always felt that this scene seemed a bit familiar.
He thought carefully, then unearthed that strand of memory.
Soon, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of Ren Zhong's mouth.
He patted Han Zhixin's shoulder again, "Confidence is all you need."
After speaking, Ren Zhong again pulled up Han Zhixin's resume.
