"Xiao Zhan! You are late again!"
In the office of the president of Emgrand Group, Lin Ruoxue slammed the coffee cup in her hand on the table. The black professional suit outlined her proud curves, but the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows gave off a biting chill.
"Sorry, Mr. Lin, I met an old lady who got lost on the road." Xiao Zhan scratched his head, and the muscle lines under the security uniform were looming. There was an imperceptible wave of true energy hidden in his deliberately lowered voice.
Just as Lin Ruoxue was about to have a seizure, the phone on the table suddenly rang. After listening to the secretary's report, her expression suddenly changed: "Notify the security department immediately that a suspicious person was found in the underground garage!"
