A five-star hotel, lobby, in the corner's lounge area.
A thin middle-aged man sat in a concealed position, frowning, his expression solemn as he sent messages, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness.
A young woman with a graceful figure and beautiful face walked over, leaned down, and asked softly, "Mr. Zhang, would you like something to drink?"
This beautiful and gentle woman was the man's secretary, and as she leaned down, the view inside her low neckline was fully exposed, enough to make one's blood surge.
Unfortunately, the thin man had no interest at this moment, not even looking, instead impatiently waving her off, telling her not to bother him.
After all, his career was currently in crisis, who had the mood for such distractions?
The woman pouted slightly, seemingly coquettishly, as if she wanted to act spoiled.
The man named Zhang lifted his eyelids, casting a cold glance at the woman.
