Representing your own good

In the corridor, Zhao Yu tugged at the corners of his clothes, but they were still too tight.

He was half a head taller than the head secretary, and his clothes were a size smaller than the head secretary 's. It was very awkward.

Moreover, he had only changed his shirt. His pants were still the dirty clothes that had been soaked in the drain and still emitted a foul smell. If one had a discerning eye, they would definitely see the problem.

However, Zhao Yu couldn't care less.

As the saying goes, the skilled are bold. After he straightened his collar, he went straight to the meeting room without hesitation.

At this moment, there were still many guards and security guards standing at the door of the conference room, including the White France security guards.

If Zhao Yu wanted his plan to go smoothly, he had to get rid of these people.

Of course, Zhao Yu was an expert in acting cool, so this small matter was not difficult for him.