Under the man's lead, Lin Qingqian entered the private room.
Inside sat Lu Dongcheng, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. As he poured tea, he said, "Miss Lin, please sit."
He gestured to the chair opposite him.
Lin Qingqian walked over and sat down, her clear eyes carefully sizing him up.
Lu Dongcheng, 30 years old. He was from Jiang City and the President of Chenhui Corporation. He was the final winner of the battle for the Lu family's business. His father was paralyzed from a car accident and then sent to a sanatorium.
Some people said that the car accident was set up by Lu Dongcheng.
No matter how she thought about it, it did not seem like a good thing for such a ruthless person to find her.
Lu Dongcheng placed the teacup in front of her and smiled. "Try the Da Hong Pao tea of Wuyi Mountain."
