"Come in," Yun Jianchen's indifferent voice echoed from within.
Nian Hua pushed open the door respectfully, leading Song Huanyan inside.
"President, the First Lady has arrived," Nian Hua respectfully informed Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen looked up, fixing his gaze on Song Huanyan.
"You may leave."
"Yes," Nian Hua replied respectfully as he withdrew.
Yun Jianchen, looking at Song Huanyan, raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say you look down on my tens of thousands in salary? So what brings you here?"
Song Huanyan glared at Yun Jianchen, who was wearing his silver-rimmed glasses at work... The silver-rimmed glasses made him appear even colder. More like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"I'm not here to be your personal assistant," Song Huanyan said irritably.
"Then what are you here for?" Yun Jianchen removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose with his hand.
