"You seem as fit as always, Madam Huang."
His tender yet mockery filled voice could be heard ten metres away where a white car was parked outside of the Song's Manor entrance gates.
His steps were getting closer, but Song Lin's body was trembling in fear and embarrassment.
'S-Sheng Nuan? My blood sucking short tempered boss? What is he doing here???'
Huang Lihua smiled and separated Song Lin from her embarce slowly to look behind.
"I couldn't be better young man. What brings you here Mr Sheng?"
He wore a formal gray shirt and black tie paired with black pants, along with a pleasant business smile on his face, and greeted the Madam of the Song Enterprises.
"My sincere apologies Madam Huang to pester you this early on the fine Sunday afternoon, but I had some paperworks to settle with Mr Song....., as well as Miss Song!"
