In the luxuriously decorated spacious living room, two leather sofas were placed opposite each other.
Wang Zhifan, dressed in a black jacket, sat on one side, with the young Chen Ming standing beside him, unwilling to sit after being freed from his wheelchair.
On the sofa opposite him sat a man and a woman, both in their fifties with a commanding presence, and a young man in his twenties, who wore glasses and a suit and had an extraordinary demeanor.
The commanding middle-aged man and woman were Chen Ming's parents, leaders of the Chen Group, while the young man was Chen Ming's brother, the future successor of the Chen Group.
"Mingming, the guests are seated, why are you still standing like this?"
At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa opposite Wang Zhifan raised his head, turned his neck slightly, and began speaking to the young man standing beside Wang Zhifan.
"Hmph! I've been sitting for almost ten years, what's wrong with standing a while longer?"
