Li Zhenting reclined leisurely, crossing his legs, and lit a cigar. With elegance, he took a puff, his magnetic voice resonating beautifully:
"Now, report your work plan."
A work plan? Shen Ning struggled to shift gears.
"What? Don't have one?"
"I do." Shen Ning snapped back to attention. So, Li Zhenting had come to Guqi early in the morning to hear her work plan.
It must be said that he was highly competent in his work, personally involved, and left no room for sloppiness.
She pursed her lips and immediately presented her upcoming work plan, concluding with:
"Mr. Li, there's something I need your assistance with. I'm planning a grand tea party for the affluent ladies of city's upper class."
Li Zhenting had been listening intently all along, and when he heard the last part, his gaze remained fixed on her.
"Well? Can it be done?" Shen Ning anxiously asked, watching him intently.
