Before the words were even out, Zhang Wen'an had already retracted his gaze, decisively bypassing him.
Gao Junfeng stood frozen with his mouth agape, Adam's apple moving a few times, forcing the words back down.
Immediately after, Zhang Wen'an let out a hearty laugh, quickening his pace.
Extending his hand proactively, he said: "Mr. Tang, I apologize for keeping you waiting! I am Zhang Wen'an, the sales manager at Hengda Car Sales, and it's our honor to serve you!"
Mr. Tang?!
Gao Junfeng's heart felt like it was gripped tightly by a hand.
His eyes widened, his face alternating between shades of green and white, and his lips were dry and tense.
"Hello, Manager Zhang." Tang Song shook hands with him calmly, maintaining that gentle and mild expression on his face.
The whole person exuded an undeniable sense of control and composure.
He didn't intentionally project anything, yet everyone present couldn't help but revolve around him.
