Wei Anjing had just sent Leng Yanbo off, her entire being exuding an alluring charm, seductive and captivating. At the moment, she was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the view when the internal line rang. She walked over gracefully to pick up the call, "Hello?"
"President Wei, President Leng from Di'ao Group is here."
Wei Anjing felt a jolt in her heart. She was still deeply apprehensive about Leng Youchen; after all, she had been at a disadvantage during her brief interactions with him, even almost strangled to death by him. She took a deep breath, "Let him in."
After hanging up the phone, she quickly adjusted her appearance, picked up the perfume on the desk, and sprayed it on her neck and underarms to mask the scent of chaos.
