The sparse stars around the bright moon foretold that tomorrow would certainly be a fine day.
At the airport, Ouyang Xiaoya stepped with powerful high heels, wearing sunglasses.
A wealthy middle-aged man became deeply fascinated at first sight of the graceful figure of this ice-cold CEO.
After a moment of hesitation, the wealthy middle-aged man wanted to approach and strike up a conversation.
At this moment, Fan Jian, following closely behind, quietly blocked the wealthy middle-aged man.
"What are you doing?" The wealthy middle-aged man frowned. He had business dealings in both Huadu and Yanjing and knew many influential people. Being stopped by a seemingly inconspicuous, sleazy chubby man, he felt somewhat discontent.
Fan Jian leaned in to the man's ear and whispered softly, "Huadu Reincarnation business."
The wealthy middle-aged man was stunned, forgetting how his suit was wrinkled from Fan Jian's proximity.
