The cleaners here are on par with male models, which shows the class of this place.
The tall, fair, and young handsome guy was stunned again, and then tentatively asked, "President Fu, Fu Zili?"
Jiang Chen nodded.
The handsome guy looked him up and down, "Please wait a moment."
A few minutes later, Fu Zili hurried out and asked puzzledly, "How did you get up here?"
"Why isn't the safety passage locked?"
"..."
Fu Zili smiled sheepishly and joked, "It's harmless during the day."
He ushered Jiang Chen inside.
Brilliant lights.
Splendid and magnificent.
The obsidian floor tiles were like mirrors, reflecting clear images of people.
Jiang Chen was calm and unruffled.
After seeing much of the world, everything else pales in comparison.
Compared to Lan Peizhi's Qinyuan, other similar places inevitably seem dull.
Fu Zili of course understood, and didn't embarrass himself by introducing more, leading Jiang Chen into his office.
"Would you like some tea?"
