Chen Dashan turned his head to look toward the entrance.
Several professional bodyguards dressed in black suits surrounded a young girl, who seemed to be in her early twenties, with long hair draped over her shoulders, her skin fair, and her beauty striking, wearing a white knee-length dress.
Her ears were adorned with delicate pearl earrings that added a touch of sparkle to her presence.
In her hand, she carried a small pink bag that looked quite expensive. Wang Jiaman followed the girl closely, looking as if she didn't see anyone else, her gaze sweeping over Xi Zhou, she said indifferently, "Furong County really is a pitiful place; one can't even find a decent office building or factory."
The middle-aged man behind her hurriedly lowered his head and chuckled, "Miss, this is a small place after all, how can it compare to our Hengshui City?"
"Just bear with it for a while!"
Miss Qi was clearly impatient, as if she couldn't spare another minute.
