"Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
Song Yun was about to enter Mo Jing Group when he was stopped by the receptionist.
"Reservation? Can't I go straight in if Ye Qingqing is my wife?"
The receptionist couldn't help but roll her eyes at this.
So the president is your wife, why don't you say this company is your house too? Such a handsome guy, how come his brain doesn't work too well?
"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't let you in without a reservation!"
The receptionist politely refused.
Song Yun wasn't the sort to get annoyed with a young lady; the company had its rules, and she was just doing her job.
Song Yun took out his phone and called Ye Qingqing.
After explaining the situation, Ye Qingqing let out a cheer on the phone and quickly came down to meet him.
While waiting, Song Yun looked at the company's simple yet grand facade and thought he'd apparently never checked in at an office building before...
