The door to the third meeting room opened and someone walked in while Bai Xiaosheng was eating a plate of fruit.
The woman receptionist had brought it to him, saying she would go brew a good cup of tea for him to try, and had been out for a while now.
Bai Xiaosheng thought it was her returning, but when he looked up, he was startled.
The man entering was smartly dressed in a suit, broad and even broader at the belly, with the buttons of his shirt straining, as if they might burst off at any moment.
Looking at his face, the man had brown hair, brown eyes—a pure-blooded foreigner!
Bai Xiaosheng was taken aback.
Actually, judging by the time, it was about right for someone to come for the interview—was it him? Why wasn't it Lin Beichen?
But for Zhongjing Media to have a foreign employee wasn't strange at all.
Bai Xiaosheng politely nodded to the foreigner.
