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Zhao Qingxun holds an MBA from Harvard Business School and a doctorate in finance from Stanford. He has made outstanding achievements in the U.S. capital market in recent years. Last year, he was invited to participate in the Wall Street Global Financial Summit.

It's enough to prove how powerful this man is.

Xu Cunyi could see Zhou Ci's expression becoming serious to the naked eye.

For such a top talent, even if he was not related by blood, Zhou's father would go out of his way to invite him over, not to mention that the person was his son who was living abroad.

In the past few years, Zhou Ci had been in constant trouble with his family because of his relationship with Xu Cunyi, but he had not achieved anything.

Now that there is such a strong opponent, it is impossible not to feel a sense of crisis.

Zhou's mother had to go to arrange dinner. When she left, she only silently patted Zhou Ci on the shoulder.

There were only two of them left in the tea room.

At this time, Xu Cunyi couldn't comfort him. After all, she was the one who dragged him back. Any comforting words from her were like making sarcastic remarks.

She silently poured him water and picked up the photo that fell on the ground.

The photo should have been obtained from a magazine or newspaper. In the photo, Zhao Qingxun is wearing a suit and leather shoes. His black hair is neatly styled, and his facial features are even more three-dimensional and deep.

Under the high eyebrows, a pair of black eyes were as sinking as a cold pool, with an intimidating sense of oppression.

High above, as if he could control everything.

Not someone to be trifled with.

Xu Cunyi put the photo into the document bag with a calm expression.

"How about you go change clothes first? It's okay for me to sit here for a while. I'll just ask the butler to take me to the restaurant later."

Zhou Ci didn't answer. After a few seconds, he reacted and said, "Okay, then I'll go change clothes first."

Xu Cunyi smiled and nodded, watching him go out in despair.

He didn't take away Zhao Qingxun's information.

In addition to Zhao Qingxun's personal information, there is also information about his mother.

He is the founder and major shareholder of the well-known domestic chain restaurant [Wanyu].

He is also a very powerful person.

Xu Cunyi sat alone in the tea room for a long time, from dusk to darkness, and no one came to call her until eight o'clock.

Not only did the housekeeper forget her, but Zhou Ci also forgot her.

By this point, they had probably finished their meal.

By the time she had finished her last cup of tea, her stomach started to feel sick and she had to go find the housekeeper.

Xu Cunyi has only been to Zhou's house once and is not very familiar with it.

She went back the way she came.

The night was quiet, the courtyard was deep, and a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was Zhao Qingxun who came out to make a call.

From a distance, Xu Cunyi recognized him at a glance. She stood to the side so that she could blend into the darkness and not be easily discovered.

Hiding in the dark, she could observe him openly.

Every word used to describe him in the information felt strange to Xu Cunyi.

He stood under the lamp with a noble and dignified temperament that was beyond comparison.

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