He wore a meticulously tailored black Armani suit; if he were single, he would undoubtedly be a typical "diamond bachelor."
"Mr. He, I'm sorry, our lady boss isn't here. If you have any business, just tell me, and I'll pass it on to our lady boss. Is that okay with you?"
The cashier, with a sweet smile on her face, clearly didn't have a bad feeling about this diamond bachelor.
For her, nabbing such a successful man for a husband would have been a good thing, yet she was not overly enthusiastic, knowing that this man wasn't coming for her, and she didn't possess enough charm to have him visit so frequently.
The middle-aged man known as Mr. He didn't pick up on her response, but politely asked again, "Then may I inquire when your lady boss will return?"
The female cashier shook her head, saying, "Mr. He, I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"No problem." Mr. He smiled, amiable and refined, and continued, "Xiaojuan, may I ask you a question?"
