C619 You Really Are a Prodigal

When Chen Qingchuan entered the company's living room, Fong Wanxing was already sitting on the main seat.

Seeing the seat he was sitting on, Chen Qingchuan sneered, "I don't know if you have a big face or a big butt. Do you think you deserve to sit in this place?"

Fong Wanxing said with a cold face, "Why not? In terms of age, I am your father's generation. In terms of experience