C698 Mr Zhao's Attitude

Inside the room, Zhang Jingxuan was not alone. Beside him sat a young man in his twenties, who was speaking to him. It was neither fervent nor cold thousands of miles away.

"Boss."

The waiter lightly knocked on the wooden door three times and shouted.

Zhang Jingxuan was from Southern Hunan, but he was born to enjoy peace and quiet. His subordinates naturally agreed with him