"What floor is Lu Jinghan's office on?"
The young receptionist looked at Su Luo with a polite smile on her lips, "Miss, do you have an appointment with President Lu?"
"No."
"I'm really sorry, but you can't see President Lu without an appointment."
Su Luo wasn't angry. She pulled out her phone from her leather jacket pocket and dialed Lu Jinghan's number. It rang for quite a while before it was answered.
"Jing Han, I'm in your company's lobby right now. The little receptionist said I can't see you without an appointment. How about I make an appointment with you now?"
Su Luo leaned against the marble front desk, her clear voice tinged with a hint of feminine charm.
Lu Jinghan flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray with his bony fingers, his brows slightly furrowed, "Come up then."
After hanging up, Feng Yi smirked with schadenfreude, "Doesn't feel good to be pestered, huh? Do you need me to make myself scarce?"
"Sit here quietly, and don't go anywhere."
