Small Gift

"This is a small gift from the board of directors to you this time. Take a look."

Zhao Qiankun didn't think of entering Ye Xuan's villa and quickly handed the luggage to Ye Xuan.

"Okay, thank you. Sorry to trouble you."

Ye Xuan took the luggage and instantly felt that it was a little heavy. He didn't know what was inside.

"Then I won't disturb you anymore. I made the previous call with my private number. If you need anything, you can call me at any time of the day!"

Zhao Qiankun spoke respectfully again.

"Okay, I'll contact you if there's anything. Go do your own things first."

Ye Xuan nodded and sent Zhao Qiankun off without saying anything else.

After taking a few steps outside, Zhao Qiankun heaved a sigh of relief.

Although the person in front of him was just a child, in his opinion, this child was like a mountain peak, pressing down on him until he was almost out of breath.