"Next, Ye Xiong."
"Go on in!" Ye Xiong patted Wang Tong's small shoulder.
Wang Tong's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed.
"You go on, Brother Xiong. I'm not going in."
He had never seen such a grand event in his life. As a construction worker, he had never experienced anything like this.
"Then just wait here."
Asking a cement worker to negotiate a deal worth hundreds of millions was truly pushing it.
After knocking, Ye Xiong pushed the door open and walked inside.
The moment he entered, Ye Xiong froze. He stared intently at the woman before him, speechless for a long moment.
What a beautiful woman. Is she really the mother of a four- or five-year-old child?
Before going in, Ye Xiong had imagined he'd meet a woman with a plump rear, a thick waist, and a wrinkled face caked in layers of foundation. He never expected to see someone so enchanting. From the looks of it, she couldn't have been a day over twenty-six.
