There were quite a few food vendors at the street corner, including a noodle shop. As soon as she approached, her stomach, empty from a whole day of hunger, started rumbling.
There were many people eating inside. She walked over, staring longingly at the food in others' bowls.
"Boss, could you give a bowl of noodles?"
"Thirty yuan a bowl."
Yun Qiluo shook her head, "I don't have any money. Could you give a bowl?"
The Boss listened, giving her a strange look.
This girl looked young, fresh, and beautiful. Not only did she not bring money, she was also wearing a hospital gown out in the street...
He almost thought so celebrity ca to film a show, but a look around revealed no caras.
Could she be ntally unstable?
About to refuse, he looked at the young girl's clean and stunningly beautiful face, and suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.
With a smile, he said, "Seeing that you're in a tough situation, why don't you sit down, and I'll make you a bowl."
Yan Group's eting room.
Yan Yan, sitting in the main seat, absentmindedly played with a pen in his slender fingers.
His face was exquisite yet not feminine, breathtakingly beautiful.
The dangerous and sinister aura in his narrow eyes was equally breathtaking.
The other seats were occupied by the group's shareholders, who were flipping through docunts.
The atmosphere was so tense that no one dared to speak loudly.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Secretary Qin ca in, whispering sothing in his ear.
"Young Master Huang?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, as deep as a bottomless abyss, "Huang Sijun of the Huang Family?"
"Yes, Boss, do we need to..."
In front of Yan Yan's eyes flashed the pure, dust-free gaze of the young girl.
He retracted his gaze without a change in expression, sweeping over the shareholders, "Continue."
His thin lips uttered cold words, as if he hadn't heard Secretary Qin at all.
Secretary Qin looked at him, hesitating to say more, "But Luo Luo..."
Before finishing his sentence, he silenced himself and quietly stepped back.
Standing at the eting room door, his eyes showed a bit of anxiety.
Perhaps that young girl was, in Boss's eyes, an insignificant person. Maybe he had overthought, imagining that the Boss held her in regard.
But Huang Sijun was a famous playboy in Imperial City, from one of the most prominent families. He loved to toy with won in all sorts of perverse ways, often brushing off any problems by throwing money, leaving ordinary people powerless against him.
Luo Luo, a young girl, if she fell into his hands, surely wouldn't et a good end.
As for those in the eting room, they felt that today's Yan Yan seed possessed. His earlier aura was already intimidating enough, yet after whatever Secretary Qin whispered, that aura turned even more terrifying!
The frightened shareholders and executives didn't dare to breathe loudly, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.
They speculated that perhaps the group was facing a thorny issue?
Before they could gather their thoughts, the man spoke, "Is there anything else to report?"
Several shareholders intended to speak, but upon looking up, t Yan Yan's sinister eyes that seed ready to drip water.
Imdiately, they shook their heads repeatedly, "Nothing, nothing."
The man stood up with a blank expression, leaving just two words, "eting adjourned."
After speaking, he left them with a tall, slender silhouette.
Leaving the shareholders and executives at the spot, exchanging glances, all in shock and seriousness.
It was the first ti their Boss ended such an important eting prematurely!
Could it be that their group truly faced a major crisis?
At ten o'clock at night, Imperial City's nightlife was just beginning.
In the most famous club, heavy tal music was blasting.
Neon lights flashed, filling the senses with the taste of smoke and alcohol, with many n and won gathered, wearing bright and revealing clothes, having fun.
In the corner was a group of unruly playboys, indulging in won and engaging in various indecent activities.
Yun Qiluo groggily awoke from the sofa to see this very scene.
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