The front desk mustered up the courage to shout at Leng Hao's back because this was her last hope.
As soon as she finished speaking, a strong wind blew by her side, and the ball of paper in her hand had been snatched away.
Leng Hao opened it quickly. There was a row of beautiful small words on the note -- I am not married to Gong Yi. And I have returned to the capital.
"Where is she?" Leng Hao asked frantically.
The receptionist stammered, "She left a long time ago..."
"When she came, why didn't you call me?"
"I did, but... manager Achen hung up."
"Tell Achen to pack his bags and go back to Africa!"
Leng Hao rushed out of the door.
The receptionist stood still on the ground. The president ran away like a gust of wind?
Oh my god, this note was so powerful.
The receptionist chanted Amitabha in her heart. It seemed that the beautiful woman was the president's wife. She was glad that she saw her.
