"Hey! Old Qi, who are you looking at?" Zhang Fan followed Qi Guo's gaze to an interesting group at another table: three middle-aged men and a young man, all chatting and laughing together.
The young man sat relaxed on the sofa, and his demeanor clearly wasn't that of a nephew or son to the other three.
Plus, with the assistants and secretaries at a nearby table, it was even more certain that this young man was no ordinary person.
"Old Qi, do you know them?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.
The circle of the wealthy wasn't massive, but it wasn't small either. At their level, most people they knew were from their own industries.
They actually had very little contact with people from other sectors.
"I know that young man, but he might not know me!" Qi Guo smiled, not at all surprised to see Wu Yun here.
Hearing Qi Guo's words, Zhang Fan carefully sized up the young man, who carried himself with confidence and composure.
