"Chairman!"
The Little Landlady scurried into the office, leaning on the doorknob, gasping for breath, her chest heaving up and down, her delicate face flushed with a touch of rosiness.
As it turned out, girls with big breasts are not suited for running.
Even though she was already wearing a tight-fitting shirt and a suit jacket, trying to pick up the pace still resulted in an up-and-down jostling.
"What's happened to you, Xinxin!"
Upon seeing this, Lin Chuan quickly got up from his seat and went forward to support her.
Had it not been for knowing that this was his own company—and unlikely to harbor any dangers—Lin Chuan would have thought that Xinxin had encountered an attack by a thug.
"I..."
The Little Landlady paused for a moment, swallowed her saliva, stepped into the office, then closed the door, "I've discovered an agent!"
"An agent?"
Lin Chuan's expression stiffened, and his brows furrowed.