Xia Minghan was somewhat constrained.
He was even more at a loss as to what Su Ruanruan meant.
Su Ruanruan said to him, "I know you're looking for something to do! There is a ready-made, respectable job now, but it requires going to City B. I don't know if you're willing?"
Xia Minghan couldn't believe it.
Old Zhao, who was driving, cheerfully said, "What's there not to believe! Our Miss Su knows a lot of people, she's really capable! Mr. Xia, if you keep a good relationship with Miss Su, you'll have a bright future!"
Xia Minghan had been grinding away for years.
He had long lost his sharp edges.
A few words from Old Zhao, and hope was rekindled in him.
Su Ruanruan took him to meet someone.
The husband of Wang Meiru.
Song Yaodu.
The Song family held considerable power in City B, and he himself specialized in dealing with foreigners.
He was in great need of multilingual talents.
Xia Minghan happened to be fluent.
