Just then, the office door swung open, and a beautiful female assistant strode in.
She cast a disdainful glance at Tang Yi and Song Bingyun and said snidely, "You two insist on seeing the president?"
"Our president is already on his way. However, he has an important client to meet soon, so if it's nothing significant, just tell me."
After saying that, she muttered under her breath, "These poor relatives really have no self-awareness, thinking they can do whatever they want just because they're related?"
Tang Yi and Song Bingyun were dressed plainly. In her eyes, they simply didn't qualify for a personal audience with the president.
So, she assumed they were poor relatives from the countryside coming to ask the president for help.
Hearing these words, Song Bingyun's pretty face flushed with humiliation, and she couldn't help clenching her fists, extremely anxious.
She glared at Tang Yi, wondering why on earth they needed to seek out the president for a loan.
