When Gu Jiaojiao heard the name Zhou Zhenhui, she took another careful look at his face.
He was still very young, but she could vaguely imagine what he would look like in his old age.
The image overlapped with the world's richest man she had seen on TV in her past life. 'It can't really be him, can it?'
'That's the richest man in the world! To think I'm actually lucky enough to be eating at the same table as him—what an honor!'
Gu Jiaojiao's eyes were filled with adoration as she looked at Zhou Zhenhui. She enthusiastically extended both her hands, wanting to shake hands with the future tycoon.
Zhou Zhenhui noticed Gu Jiaojiao's unusual enthusiasm for him and couldn't quite understand what the young woman was thinking.
But he didn't dislike her. It wasn't because of her ethereal beauty, her picturesque features, or her dazzling charm, but because of her clear, bright eyes.
