C437 Tame Mustang

Crisp footsteps rang out in the corridor. The man in a well-ironed suit had a cold expression on his face. Under the guidance of the secretary in front of him, he pushed open a heavy door.

The man was busy handling official business by the desk. When he heard that, he raised his head and casually put the documents aside. Then, he unhurriedly covered the pen in his hand with a pen cap