"Chairman of Wanrong Group? Zheng Tao?"
Young Master Wang's mouth curled into a smile, his gaze on the self-confident Zheng Shuwen suddenly turned icy cold, filled with disdain, "Zheng Tao? What is he worth that I should give him any face?"
Zheng Shuwen's face instantly darkened, so gloomy it seemed it could drip water.
But he wasn't a brainless man, he asked in a low voice, "Who exactly are you?"
If Young Master Wang dared to belittle his father like this, either his background was immense, or he was just a braggart posing as a tough guy.
Zheng Shuwen naturally wanted to clarify this.
"You're also fit to ask me?"
Young Master Wang sneered, shaking his head, "If your dad were here, he might have the qualifications to speak to me, but you, you're not even qualified to talk to me!"