The man exhaled a long trail of smoke, seemingly with a hint of gloominess, "The young miss said that recently she's attracted too much attention, so we need to keep a low profile." Then he put out his cigarette and rubbed his temple, "You go back first, I'm going to rest."
In the large private room, a man lay in quiet repose.
He turned and tossed in bed, unable to sleep, with his mind filled with thoughts of that young girl. If only she were here.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
At that moment, the door to the private room unexpectedly sounded.
Gu Xiaoer stood in front of the only private room on the eighth floor, knocking on the door with trepidation.
A whirlwind of emotions passed through her mind—fear, dread, nervousness, helplessness. This was the President of Shenghan Group, the most high-status person she had ever encountered in her twenty-two years, without a doubt.
Clenching the documents in her hand, she realized her fingers were trembling.
