As for why she needed to call, that wasn't important at all.
Su Li waved her hand, signaling the secretary to leave.
The moment the secretary closed the door behind her, it was forcefully swung open.
A young man with glasses and decent looks barged in.
The secretary's firm attempt to stop him failed.
"Su Li." The young man ground his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger, looking very much like a modern scumbag.
Su Li capped her pen and lazily leaned back in her soft chair, scrutinizing him for a moment.
She waved her hand again to dismiss the secretary, turned her head with a look of confusion, and asked, "Who are you? Do I know you?"
Doubtfully, Su Li quickly scanned the original owner's memories again; if she weren't certain that the original owner was a staunchly straight man interested in women, she would have thought this man was someone mistreated by the original owner.
It was truly misleading.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?"
Su Li: "Ah, you're Tan Yunguang?"
