C240 Plagiarism

Although these words were spoken politely, the tone was somewhat sloppy.

The receptionist looked at Xu Zian and smiled, "Do you have an appointment?"

Xu Zian snorted, "An appointment?" He snapped his fingers at the man behind him, and the man in black took out a piece of paper from his black briefcase and handed it over to him. "Hello. If it's convenient