"Yes, President," the manager said, relieved as he walked away.
Mo Yan took off his suit jacket and hung it on the coat rack, then turned back to pour Zhou Jin a cup of warm water. "President, Zhou Zhe hasn't arrived yet."
Zhou Jin glanced down at his watch. "The time hasn't come yet, it's I who arrived early."
As soon as he finished speaking, several footsteps were heard outside. The manager politely said, "Please follow me, the President has already arrived."
"President, Zhou Zhe has arrived," murmured Mo Yan softly.
"Mm," Zhou Jin hummed nonchalantly, then lifted his hand to take a sip of the warm water from his teacup.
The next second, he heard a soft and seductive female voice outside the door. It carried a hint of coquetry, capable of making one's bones turn soft. "Ah Zhe, what kind of person is your uncle? Is he very strict? I'm a bit nervous."
Zhou Jin's long, curled eyelashes lifted sharply, and the hand holding his teacup froze completely.
That voice...
Damn!
