"Mr. Yang... Mr. Yang..."
Just when Yang Hao had decided to take a good rest and go find Ou for an oil massage,
suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.
Yang Hao turned around and saw,
at the doorway of the meeting room, Liu Yiran, who had just come out as well, chasing after him with small, shuffling steps, her slim legs sheathed in black stockings.
Was this bespectacled girl looking for him?
Not only was Yang Hao puzzled,
but the other women who had also left the meeting room looked at Liu Yiran with some suspicion.
As Liu Yiran hurried over to Yang Hao, he asked, "What's the matter, Manager Liu?"
"Sorry to bother you after the meeting has ended, Mr. Yang!" Liu Yiran approached Yang Hao and gave a slight bow.
Yang Hao didn't mind and spoke again, "Manager Liu, you can speak directly if there's anything."
Liu Yiran, seeing that Yang Hao showed no signs of being upset, reassuredly smiled apologetically and said, "That's how it is, Mr. Yang."
