"This is Mr. Sun, who will also be the new big boss of our fitness center," Xiang Yiren said preemptively, introducing the man beside her.
"Hello, Mr. Sun!" Jiang Ziyan, whose internal complaints had been interrupted, quickly greeted him respectfully.
Sun Dasheng nodded with a smile. "Hello."
He saw that she, like Xiang Yiren, was wearing professional attire—not the yoga outfit from their last meeting. Even though it was just business wear, the tight skirt still hugged her form like yoga pants would, her striking hips creating an attractive outline against the fabric.
"Ziyan is my best friend. She used to be a yoga instructor here, so I took the liberty of promoting her to deputy manager. She'll help me manage the VIP member files. You don't mind, do you, Brother Sun?" Xiang Yiren instantly put on a cutesy, fawning act.
Hearing this, Jiang Ziyan felt goosebumps crawl over her skin. Women have a natural aversion to other women using that kind of voice.
