10 minutes later, the reception room.
The door opened, and a man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers walked in.
The woman sitting on the sofa stood up, smiling as she raised her hands, intending to offer him a Western-style greeting.
But before her hands could touch his clothes, Huo Jingshen had already sat down on the sofa opposite her.
Dong Manjiao's outstretched hands slowly retracted to cross in front of her chest, "Jason, I just knew you would come to see me."
"5 minutes," Huo Jingshen said directly, "I have another meeting soon."
Dong Manjiao curved her red lips, "5 minutes might not be enough. We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and I have a lot to say to you."
"Then make a long story short."
