A black genuine leather sofa, with a clean crystal ashtray placed on the coffee table.
Ming He had visited the offices of numerous female entrepreneurs, but very few had an ashtray in plain sight.
Behind him, Ming He cleared his throat and began gently, "Regarding the matter of Ke Lang, I'd like to talk with President Song."
"Talk about what?"
Jiang Muwan did not move, her back turned to him, she threw out the question, hostility brimming.
"Ke Lang lost a few billion in the casino and still owes tens of millions. I assume President Song is already aware. I came here today to inquire about President Song's opinion on this matter."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Muwan turned slightly and her cold eyes fell on the man standing behind her, without a hint of kindness.
Before today, Ming He had only heard of Song Manman by name and had never met her.
