Three years later, cross-border mergers and acquisitions reception.
Jiang Wan, who was rumored to have "died" in a foreign country, made a stunning appearance as the president of Xinglan Capital, wearing a high-end suit and holding another gentle hand.
His eyebrows were stern, but he looked at Lu Yan as if he were looking at a stranger: "Sir, do we know each other?"
At that moment, the arrogant Lu Yan's eyes were red, and he lost his composure in front of everyone.
This time, it was him who held his life in the palm of his hand, knelt in the dust and begged him to turn back.
"Jiang Wan, I will no longer be your master."
"I'll be your dog, okay?"
