At that moment, in the office, there stood a tall woman with a typically Western figure, prominent both in front and behind.
She wore a silver trench coat, her black hair falling to her waist.
Her delicate melon-seed face and slightly upturned eyes gave off a foxy charm, and she held a limited edition platinum luxury bag in her hand, exuding opulence.
When she entered, four bodyguards followed her.
However, since she needed to speak alone with Yu Xiuli, she asked the bodyguards to stay outside the door.
Yun Nicang looked at Yu Xiuli's face and slowly approached his desk.
A hint of seductiveness added to her usually stern expression; she always behaved differently towards him.
"Ah Li, how could you treat me this way?"
"Miss Yun, we are not close. If you call me by my name like this and my wife hears, I'm afraid she will flatten you."
"Ah Li, stop joking... We've known each other for so many years, and you've only just met that woman, right?"
