"Miss Wang."
Wang Jin'er looked at the luxury car that stopped beside her, its window rolling down to reveal a greasy, round face.
"Um, President Hao, what is this?"
The round-faced fat man pushed open the car door, got out, and while stroking his bald head, addressed Wang Jin'er, "Miss Wang, I've secured a reservation at Faro Restaurant. How about we have dinner together?"
"There's really no need."
Wang Jin'er furrowed her brow in refusal.
The round-faced fat man had anticipated Wang Jin'er's refusal. "Miss Wang, don't be too hasty to turn me down. I actually wanted to consult you on some matters about charity. I made some money in business and have always been thinking about how to give back to society."
"But nowadays, there are too many funds that operate under various banners in the name of charity while secretly making ill-gotten wealth. I don't want to see my money end up not helping those who need it and instead lining the pockets of some people."
