Zhixi couldn't help but bite her lip.
She knew very well that this flashy sports car definitely did not belong to Jingyao...
A young man stepped out of the sports car.
Dressed in a white suit and wearing sunglasses, he closed the car door, casually adjusted his jacket, then took off his sunglasses, revealing a smile he thought was full of charm, "Miss Leslie?"
Zhixi pursed her lips.
This man... she did not recognize him, but just yesterday, she had seen his photo.
Right in the document her father had sent her.
"I am Zhuo Han. I presume Miss Leslie has already seen my information," the man said politely with a smile, "I would like to invite Miss Leslie to dinner, and I wonder if you would grace me with your company."
Indeed, this man's last name was Zhuo, and he was actually Zhuo Yuwei's own nephew.
"I am not interested," Zhixi said coldly, "Mr. Zhuo, I have no interest in you, please leave as soon as possible!"
Having said that, she turned around furiously and left.
