She spoke gently, and even when addressing employees, she exuded politeness and affability that made one feel as if bathed in the warmth of spring. Wen Yangzhi's secretary couldn't help but feel a fondness for Yun Yuwan.
You must know, this is the precious daughter of Wen Bank, the wealthiest and most sought-after heiress in Shanghai City, it was likely her.
Indeed, the wealthier one is, the more composed and cultured they seem to become.
"If there's anything you need, just let us know," the secretary responded with a smiling face.
Yun Yuwan revealed a kind smile, "Sure."
She gently picked up the hand-brewed coffee, looking through the glass at Wen Yangzhi.
This sheet of glass was actually quite coincidental, a transparent partition not very large, yet from the couch she was sitting on, she could just see Wen Yangzhi, who was absorbed in his work, a work of genius by some designer that inadvertently favored her.
The secretary couldn't see, but she could.
