Upon hearing this, Mr. Robbins frowned slightly, a trace of regret flickering in his eyes, but he quickly smiled and said to Justin Battleson:
"Not at all, Mr. Battleson. I was merely guessing, seeing that your arm hadn't moved much."
"Mr. Robbins truly has a keen eye."
Justin and George Robbins exchanged casual remarks as they made their way to the reception room.
When the door was pushed open, they saw three people seated inside. Upon seeing Justin, they immediately got up from the sofa.
"Greetings, Mr. Battleson. I am the representative for Worsen. My surname is Zhou."
The man in the center stepped forward and extended his hand toward Justin.
Seeing this, Justin politely shook his hand back: "Apologies, I had a meeting earlier at the company, and I kept you waiting."
After greeting George Robbins as well, Mr. Zhou then spoke: "It's no trouble; we came rather suddenly this time and did not inform your company in advance."
