The bodyguard widened his eyes in disbelief.
President Li has a mistress?
Since when was this?
As he approached and saw the woman sitting on the couch, he was speechless.
"Is it you?" The bodyguard warily eyed Lan Jinghao. "What do you want with our madam!"
"What can I do?" Lan Jinghao sipped her coffee and smiled. "Sit down, what would you like to drink? It's on me."
"Don't flatter yourself. Does our madam need you to buy her drinks?"
Gu Mian sat down across from Lan Jinghao and glanced at the bodyguard, "You go sit over there and order something to drink."
"Yes."
The bodyguard sat down not far away, but his gaze never left them.
Lan Jinghao took a sip of her coffee and frowned. "Do all city dwellers have problems? This bitter stuff costs dozens of bucks and yet so many people drink it—it's sick..."
Gu Mian had no interest in discussing that with her and got straight to the point. "You said on the phone that you are Li Tingshen's mistress?"
