The meeting place was still the suite where Han Jingnian often stayed.
Zhang Te's assistant had a room card, and without knocking, directly led Xia Wan'an in: "Mr. Han, isn't your wife ultra-beautiful?!"
Why on earth does Zhang Te's assistant utter so much nonsense?!
Xia Wan'an muttered under her breath, then instinctively raised her head to look inside the room.
Han Jingnian wasn't at his desk anymore, rather he was sitting on the couch reviewing some files. He seemed to have specifically groomed himself; the tailored suit and white shirt made him look imposingly elegant.
Hearing the commotion of Zhang Te's assistant, he looked towards the door. Upon his gaze meeting Xia Wan'an, there was a momentary pause, his eyes seemed to shimmer.
