More than an hour passed, and Huang Qiao finally waited until the meeting ended. Seeing the senior executives coming out one after another, Huang Qiao walked over and knocked on the door nervously.
"Come in." Huang Wenzong was sorting out his literature and science, and said without raising his head.
Huang Qiao pushed open the door, walked slowly to the desk, and shouted softly: "Dad."
Huang Wenzong shook his body, raised his head, and saw his little daughter's pretty face. He said lightly: "It's pretty, let's sit down."
Surprisingly, my father did not speak coldly this time, but said lightly.
Huang Qiao looked at the increasing number of silver threads on her father's head, and felt an indescribable feeling: "Dad, how are you doing recently?"
"It's still good." Huang Wenzong put down the documents in his hand and started chatting with his daughter.
Book fans thoughtfully brought two cups of coffee: "Chairman, second lady, coffee."
"Thanks, Anne." Huang Qiao said politely.
"You're welcome, I'll go out first and call me if you have something to do." Anne said generously and left.
Huang Wenzong stared at his daughter, feeling mixed emotions: "Qiaoqiao, you seem to have lost weight."
Huang Qiao touched her face and smiled bitterly: "Dad, I'm deliberately losing weight."
"Oh, you're so thin, why are you doing weight loss? You're just making trouble, you have to eat more." Huang Wenzong's tone was blaming.
But Huang Qiao felt warm after hearing this, at least her father cared about him.
"Dad, you're very busy lately, so you should also pay attention to your health." Huang Qiao said whisperingly.
Huang Wenzong smiled kindly: "Haha, can't you pay your father back? I am born to be hard-working and can't rest. If I am free, I don't know what to do."
"Dad, sister... how is she... recently?" After plucking up a lot of courage, Huang Qiao asked about her sister.
Huang Wenzong's eyes immediately dimmed: "She is still like that, she refuses to return to China, and she stays in the United States for the time being."
Huang Qiao suddenly felt guilty. If it weren't for her, I'm afraid that the four of them would be very happy and warm now, and that her elderly parents would not have no daughter to accompany her.
"Dad, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Huang Qiao said with tears in her eyes.
Huang Wenzong sighed deeply: "Since the matter has happened, it cannot be saved. Don't blame yourself. Now as long as you live a happy life, your mother and I will feel at ease."
"Dad, I have something to ask you for when I come today." Huang Qiao knew her father's temper and didn't like to beat around the bush, so she immediately said the topic.
"You kid, when will you be so polite to me? Tell me." Huang Wenzong took a sip of coffee and looked at his daughter.
"Dad, do you have a relationship with the Qinglong Gang?" Huang Qiao asked tentatively.
"I'm really not familiar with Qinglong Gang. I only cooperate with Qinglong Gang's in-laws Fahrenheit Real Estate." Huang Wenzong said truthfully.
"Oh." Obviously, Huang Qiao was a little disappointed.
"What's wrong? Have you gotten into the Qinglong Gang?" Huang Wenzong looked at the sad face on his daughter's face and thought it was his own business.
Huang Qiao shook her head: "It's not me, it's a friend of mine."
"Oh, it's better if you aren't. The Qinglong Gang is a complete underworld. Don't have any interaction with them. You'd better not care about your friends' affairs. Don't forget that you are a member of the Xiang family now."
Give advice.
Huang Qiao suddenly had an idea in her mind. Dad didn't know the Qinglong Gang. Maybe Xiang Zichen knew him, but would that devil help him?