Wen Mian looked awkwardly at her toes, "I'm here to see your boss, Pei Zhiyao."
The receptionist sized up Wen Mian, her gaze lingering on the coffee in Wen Mian's hand with a hint of disdain, "Do you have an appointment?"
Wen Mian forced a smile. On the way, Wen Mian had called Pei Zhiyao, but not even one call had been answered.
And now, asked by the receptionist, Wen Mian could only shake her head.
The receptionist's eyes sharpened audaciously, her tone no longer as polite as at first, "Without an appointment, I can't just let you in."
The receptionist glanced over at the hall beside them; important people were sitting there, and it was clearly inappropriate to have Wen Mian wait there.
Just as she was about to send Wen Mian away, it happened that the secretary who had gone downstairs to buy coffee for Pei Zhiyao ran into them.
