Assistant Yuan unbuckled his seatbelt and peeked at the Lamborghini in front of him through the windshield.
This car was parked outside their company. It should be someone from their company, right? But why had he never seen this car before?
Thinking that the owner of the car might be here to look for President Shen, Assistant Yuan hurriedly got out of the car and jogged over.
Just as he was about to arrive, the car door opposite him suddenly opened. Immediately after, a petite figure got out of the driver's seat. Upon closer inspection, she was holding a familiar takeout bag…
Assistant Yuan stopped in his tracks. His brain seemed to have stopped working and suddenly froze.
Could it be…
He suddenly had a bold idea.
When the person turned around and saw him, she was a little surprised. Then, she waved at him with a smile. "Hi, Assistant Yuan. Good afternoon."
"…"
No, he didn't feel too good right now.
