A certain scheming older man couldn't help but let the corners of his lips curve subtly upward. He maintained his dignified air, casually sliding his large hand into the pocket of his trousers.
"Boss, this way, Lady Shang. This is the Boss's exclusive private room." Rong Hao gestured politely, his tone laced with flattering intent as he watched Shang Xixia standing behind the man.
"You must be joking—this is the future mistress of the Gu Group, the lady of the house. How could we not treat her with utmost respect?" Rong Hao's thoughts made his smile grow even wider and more exaggerated.
"Oh, thank you." Shang Xixia replied with a polite smile, nodding slightly.
"Rong Hao, you can leave now." Gu Jingchen's deep-set gaze briefly flickered with an imperceptible curve. Watching the woman he cherished smile at another man—though it was merely out of decorum—irritated him to no end. His voice remained calm, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
"Yes, yes, of course!"
