He was very confident, quite composed.
Zheng Xiaoman could only stare, her gaze fixed and vacant. Having mingled in the business world for so many years, she had seen countless distinguished and charismatic men, but never one like him. And after just one phone call, Mr. Huang restored her supplies and even apologized? Who on earth is this guy?
Seeing Zheng Xiaoman staring at him, Chen Yang stubbed out his cigarette and shrugged. "What are you looking at so intently, President Zheng? Is there a flower on my face?"
Zheng Xiaoman finally snapped out of it, hastily turning her head away as a blush crept onto her pale cheeks. "Was it your man who contacted Mr. Huang?" she asked, her tone embarrassed.
Chen Yang nodded. "Now I'm going to find Wang Han. Are you interested in coming along, President Zheng?"
