The other party spoke fluent English.
Su Qingmei, who was at the side, was stunned!
Judging from his voice, the other party was really an old foreigner!
Could it be that Sister Ziyun really knew the chairman of L'Oreal?
If that was the case, then who was Sister Ziyun?
Claude, who was sitting opposite him, also frowned slightly.
He also felt that the voice on the other end of the phone was familiar. It really did sound like the chairman's voice.
Did this woman really know his chairman?
Impossible!
That was impossible!
If they really knew each other, why didn't the chairman greet him?
Did he need to go through so much trouble to get Luo Zhongyue to introduce him?
Xiao Ziyun held his phone and said unhappily,"Old man, don't speak English to me. Speak Mandarin!"
"Yes, esteemed Lord Jade-faced Killer God!"
The other party immediately changed to Mandarin and asked respectfully,"Lord Jade-faced Killer God, may I know why you're looking for me?"
