Just as he returned to the first floor, Ye Huan was called to the CEO's office by a phone call from Tang Yao.
In the office, Wang Tianbao was sitting on the sofa.
The soles of his leather shoes were detaching, making them quite "eye-catching".
It's not hard to imagine that Zhao Yongle's face must have been slapped swollen like a pig's head by him.
"This must be Mr. Ye Huan, Mrs. Liu's husband, right? Indeed, I've long heard of you; this demeanor, this aura, truly seeing is believing. I also attended the Liu patriarch's birthday banquet last time, but unfortunately, I was too far away to get a closer look at you, Mr. Ye!" Wang Tianbao praised with a smile, extending his hand.
"Of course."
Ye Huan walked straight to the side, not shaking hands with this notoriously infamous person.
He'd rather not dirty his hands!
