Hao Lin Arts and Crafts Co., Ltd.
In an office on the top floor of the company's administrative building, Sun Zhao politely shook hands with Shen Haolin, Shen Xin's father. "Mr. Shen, thank you for supporting our work."
Shen Haolin, who had a prominent potbelly and a jade ring on his finger, was a man of average looks. He waved his hand dismissively. "Ah, no need for such formalities. We're practically family. You're Shen Xin's superior—I should be thanking *you* for looking after him."
As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of Venerable Emperor cigarettes and offered them around, insisting everyone take one.
Shen Shuang and Shen Xin's mother, Zeng Wenxi, were also there.
Unlike the unrefined Shen Haolin, Zeng Wenxi had an elegant air and was quite beautiful. She and Shen Shuang stood close together, their eyes glued to Shen Xin, who was busy working inside the office.
Shen Xin was standing on a stool, taking books one by one from Ding Yuwei's hands and placing them on a bookshelf.
