Mai Jie, who joined forces with her husband Xiang Yonghua, is naturally no ordinary woman.
But in the end, she is still a woman.
Women are ultimately more emotional than men.
After decades of mutual support, they knew each other's characters like the back of their hands. At the moment when Mai Jie was overwhelmed with emotion and almost lost control, Xiang Yonghua spoke at the right time.
"Mr. Jiang, our Gangcheng also respects the thoughts of artists very much. On this point, you might as well ask Mr. Guo."
The atmosphere eased slightly.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the somewhat familiar man sitting on the right-hand side of Xiang Yonghua.
Mr. Guo?
Guo?
Suddenly.
Jiang Chen remembered the young Guo master he had met once in Haojiang, Guo Anle.
The more he looked.
The more their facial features seemed similar.
Gangcheng is not large, and considering the caliber of people sitting here, there shouldn't be too many possibilities.
