Ava and the others did a high-speed rail, and they reached the sea market in less than three hours.
The press conference is over. The reporter and J.C’s minority shareholders have already left. In the empty conference room, only the old man is left sitting on the press board.
Dressed in a decent suit, gray hair, and well-groomed.
With his hands on the table, his back slightly humped, his turbid eyes looked at Ava, with a little vicissitudes of life.
Ava’s heart suddenly softened a bit. She walked up to his old man, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes flickered.
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