Xia Hangqian, the middle-aged man, truly has a presence. Without the typical "beer belly" of middle-aged men and dressed in a smart shirt, he led Lin Shuang forward with an air of authority.
After all, he is the richest man in Huai City.
Any other young man walking beside him would definitely feel overshadowed by his imposing aura, likely mistaken for a bodyguard, assistant, or driver.
But at this moment, passersby are looking at the confident Lin Shuang next to Xia Hangqian, unsure of their relationship.
Superior and subordinate? There's no way a subordinate could match his superior's aura like that.
Father and son? They don't look alike at all, the young guy is way handsomer than the middle-aged man.
Then… son-in-law? That makes sense.
Walking ahead, Xia Hangqian suddenly spoke, "Young man, don't be too sharp, it'll be your loss in the future."
Lin Shuang spread his hands, "What if I am always sharp?"
Of course, you've got to live it up while you're young!
