Concerns

A perfect ninety degrees.

"Boss, sister-in-law, hello!"

Su Ran: "..."

This feeling was really a bit indescribable.

She arched an eyebrow, Fu Qiyuan said nothing, and led Su Ran by the hand straight to the main seat.

After the two sat down.

Fu Qiyuan finally faintly lifted his gaze, his cool eyes falling on everyone present, his voice low.

"Everyone, please sit."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Loud and in unison!

Su Ran: "..."

She might have really come to the wrong place.

Su Ran tugged at her lips lightly, her gaze unintentionally sweeping toward the sofa in the corner facing the entrance of the private room, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

The man sat there quietly, graceful and composed, his black suit jacket open, revealing the expensive shirt inside.

In his hand was a cigarette, pale blue smoke slowly exhaled from his thin lips, then gradually diffusing, his handsome face occasionally obscured by the curling smoke.