"Director Yan, unfortunately, politicians are going to have dinner here today. Would you please be considerate? Han Lingmei's eyes turned around. She looked at the man behind Yan, a tall man of 180 centimeters. She was not very strong. Her shoulders were just wide. A well-tailored casual suit with a smart tie made him look young. His stylish hairstyle was fixed with hair glue. Korean style had a strong European and American style, especially when those black eyes looked at him. The charm of amusement.

There's a wicked man who doesn't look at that face. These soul-stirring eyes alone are enough to confuse women's feelings.

"This!" Director Yan's frustrating hands,...