Miss Zhao, hope you've been well.

Zhao Yiling lifted her chin slightly, arrogantly like a queen, passing through the crowd that greeted her and heading straight for the top floor of Jun Ao.

"Miss Zhao, please come in, our president has been waiting for you for a long time." The person with the manager badge on his chest opened the door to the president's office for her and made a respectful 'please' gesture.

Waiting?

She clearly arrived half an hour early, and it was only ten-thirty now, so why had the president of Jun Ao been waiting for her for so long?

How many people were there who could bear the weight of the president of Jun Ao Group's word 'waiting'?

Zhao Yiling's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, thinking of the treatment she had just enjoyed downstairs, a flicker of light quickly flashed through the narrowed depths of her eyes.

She had only met those employees for the first time, so how did they know her last name was Zhao?

Their attitudes were all so respectful.