Chu Jianhua was the picture of courtesy. He raised his glass with both hands, dipping its rim low. "Young Master Zheng, you're too kind."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Before he could even finish his drink, there was a knock on the door of the private room.
"Who is it?" Zhou Jin called out.
The door swung open, and a glamorous woman walked in. She looked to be in her thirties and was wearing a body-con dress with stockings and high heels.
The woman's name was Li Lulu. Officially, she was Chu Jianhua's secretary.
But it was an open secret that their relationship was unprofessional; he always brought her along to these dinner parties.
But because this dinner was particularly high-profile, attended by the rich and powerful, Chu Jianhua hadn't let Li Lulu join them.
"President, Young Master Zheng, Young Master Li..."
After entering, Li Lulu greeted everyone in turn with a graceful smile. She didn't miss a single person, playing the part of the perfect socialite.
"What is it?"
