"What a fine-looking gentleman!"
The secretary warmly grasped Chen Dashan's hand, looking like they were long-lost friends.
Wang Ruhu's legs went weak with fear. Who was this guy?
One phone call could make the town's top official rush over in person. This was bad, really bad...
The surrounding staff members all lowered their heads, silently resenting themselves for missing the chance to curry favor with a big shot.
Zhang Xuewen was dumbfounded.
Wasn't this guy just running errands for Boss Chen? Why was the big shot being so polite to him?
She looked at Chen Dashan again, his profile handsome and dignified, showing neither arrogance nor servility. Remembering his large hand on her waist, Zhang Xuewen felt a warmth surge in her heart. She stole a glance at Chen Dashan, then quickly lowered her head, her cheeks burning.
