Xia, Wan, Wan.
Hearing these three syllables, Xia Wan'an's fingertips trembled slightly.
Likewise, Han Zhijin tensed up at the sound of these syllables.
"Oh, that's not quite right either, it should be... Miss Xia Wan'an..." Q spoke again.
Han Zhijin bowed his head, his brows furrowed tightly in a place others couldn't see.
Miss Xia Wan'an... Xia Wan'an, my little aunt? He hadn't misheard, had he?
Q: "Ah, that's still not quite accurate, to be precise… Mrs. Han?"
This time, Q didn't pause deliberately, but hummed thoughtfully, and then spoke again: "Still not right, I think this is more appropriate, President Xia?"
Q seemed to have finally thought of the proper title, stretching out his hands and applauding twice: "Correct, President Xia, a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Xia Wan'an of Han Family Enterprises."
Han Zhijin was utterly confused.
