Capítulo 1227: 259: Like Father, like son. If you don’t seek death, you won’t Die! 3

“En.”Ye Zhaomu took out a document. “Oh right, President Zhao, this is our company’s offer. Take a look.”

Father Zhao took the offer and looked at it carefully.

Seeing that he did not speak for a long time, ye Zhaomu continued, “President Zhao, this is our first cooperation. If you are not satisfied with the price, you can still adjust it.”

Father Zhao put down the price list. “There is no problem with the price, but I have to take the contract back and let the legal department study it.”

“Okay.”

Father Zhao’s gaze inadvertently swept across ye Zhaomu’s desk. On the desk was a photo of a seven or eight-year-old boy. He continued, “Is that director Ye’s son?”

Ye Zhaomu smiled and said, “Yes, that’s my son. He’s eight years old this year.”

Grandson!

He had a grandson!

That was his grandson!

The Zhao family had a descendant.

Father Zhao wished he could hug the photo and kiss it.

Seeing Father Zhao like this, ye Zhaomu asked curiously, “Director Zhao, What’s Wrong?”