A person and a cat came down from the top floor. As soon as they got out of the elevator, they met two men who were talking.
The bald middle-aged man nodded and bowed to the young man next to him. He didn't notice that there was someone in front of him. Song Qingyou turned sideways to dodge, but the distance was too narrow, and the man still bumped into her arm.
"Who is this? Don't you look where you're going?"
The middle-aged man turned his head to look at her in dissatisfaction.
When his gaze landed on Song Qingyou's face, the hostility in his eyes was replaced by amazement.
Jiang Zhihan's eyes were filled with displeasure.
He happened to know the man in front of him.
—— Mu Guoliang, director of Liying Venture Capital.
With Mu Guoliang was his assistant, Fang Yan.
Fang Yan stared blankly at the cat in Song Qingyou's hand and muttered in his heart,
'Why does this cat look so much like Mr. Jiang?'
