Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Five
The young man, dressed in a tailor-made suit, sat in a wheelchair. If Long Xiaoshan were here, he would definitely recognize this young man as the same Young Master Cui who had broken Wang Chao's legs at the Wanlong Mountain Hot Spring last time.
Standing by his side was a woman in a black OL suit skirt, with a voluptuous figure, attending to him.
Zheng Zhongtian stood in front of him, smiling obsequiously, "Young Master Cui, what brings you to this old man's place today? Your visit truly graces my humble abode."
"Zheng Laoshi, cut the crap. How's the job I asked you to handle going? I heard that Bai's Medicinal Materials Company hasn't shut down yet. Are you trying to play tricks on me?"
A look of disgust flashed in the eyes of the woman in the black dress, but she dared not walk away.
Even her own boss, Zheng Zhongtian, was so respectful to this Young Master Cui—where did she, a mere secretary, get the right to resist?
