"The Chairman says to please wait a moment. Follow me."
The receptionist at the front desk led the two men into the reception room, closed the door, and left with a sigh, ultimately failing to muster the courage to ask for a WeChat contact. Of course, Zhang Qiling did not have WeChat anyway.
About ten minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing wire-rimmed glasses and an expensive suit pushed the door open, trembling as he stood nervously at the entrance, not daring to step forward.
Chapter 234