Chen Mo stopped and didn't look back.
"The car needs to be washed today and wiped clean inside and out." Zhao Tianlong turned over a page of the newspaper and said in a calm tone as if he was instructing a servant, "We have guests coming this afternoon. Don't let outsiders see your behavior."
"Got it."
"Just do it if you know it." Zhao Tianlong put down the newspaper and looked at Chen Mo as if he were looking at a piece of extra furniture. "Zi Yan mentioned it to me last night and said she wanted you to work in the company. I refused. What can you do if you go? You can't even drive a car, and you can't even read a report. The Zhao family doesn't raise idle people, so it's already a good thing from your ancestors to allow you to live here."
Chen Mo turned around and looked at the gray-haired but energetic old man. Zhao Tianlong, chairman of the Zhao Group, one of the top ten richest men in the city, and a frequent visitor on charity lists. But no one knows that this old man with a kind face on the surface can be sharper than a knife in private.
"Yes, father-in-law."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the garage.
Zhao Tianlong's voice came from behind: "If my daughter hadn't pitied you, you would still be delivering food now."
