The traffic jam lasted over forty minutes, and it was past seven in the evening when they arrived downstairs at Good Dream Production Co., Ltd.
From afar, Lu Liang saw Wu Tianzheng approaching with a sycophantic smile on his face, breaking into a jog, "Mr. Lu, good evening."
Old Wu was filled with mixed emotions, reminiscing about their first encounter a little over a year ago.
Back then, Lu Liang was an insignificant figure, and even making his acquaintance required going through Meng Changkun.
Time flies, and today, Lu Liang had become a personage that not only Meng Changkun but also many others looked up to.
He was someone even beyond their reach.
"Mr. Wu, it's been a while, how have you been?"
"Thanks to Mr. Lu's blessings, very well, very well."
"It's like this..."
Lu Liang opened the car door, stepped out of the vehicle, avoided his cousin, and pulled Wu Tianzheng aside to explain the situation.
