"Hello, I'm looking for Ruan Tang."
The man's voice was hoarse. Wrapped in a black robe, his features were impossible to make out.
The receptionist's expression was suspicious. "May I ask who you are? Do you have an appointment? If you don't have one—Ah! You're Ruan Jin!" the receptionist cried out in alarm.
From beneath the black robe, a corner revealed a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and eyes filled with resentment.
She could never forget those eyes. After all, President Ruan didn't have many relatives, but when it came to being repulsive, Ruan Jin was definitely number one.
BANG!
Without another word, Ruan Jin's palm struck the receptionist's neck, and she collapsed limply to the ground.
Taking the work badge from her neck, Ruan Jin took the elevator straight to the floor of Above the White Clouds.
