Two-Faced President, So Hard to Placate (9)

The corner where Su Qiao sat happened to be not far from the spiral staircase, so she spotted the man at the front as soon as she looked up.

He was still wearing a long robe with a satin jacquard pattern and gold-rimmed glasses. His features were handsome and refined, his bearing noble and elegant. Even in this dazzling entertainment venue, he still looked calm and composed.

After one glance, Su Qiao lowered her head.

"Ah, he's always so weak. It's really worrying."

She had to rescue him every time, yet he stubbornly refused to admit that he was weak.

The man seemed to sense something and lowered his eyes toward Su Qiao's corner.

But all he saw was a slender figure and the top of a coffee-colored hat.

A hint of doubt flashed through his eyes.

Why did that figure look somewhat familiar?

"Chairman Zhang, would you like to sit in the ballroom for a while?"

Seeing him stop, a foreign-firm owner asked politely.

Zhang Jingyu's expression remained cold. "No. I still have some official business to attend to."

Seeing that he had no intention of staying, the foreign-firm owner hurriedly smiled and said, "Chairman Zhang manages so many foreign firms and factories. You're truly busy every day. In that case, we won't disturb you."

"Good."

Zhang Jingyu gave a slight nod, then led Butler Lu toward the first floor.

The several owners following behind him hesitated briefly before remaining in the ballroom, planning to have some fun before leaving.

Host, hurry and follow him. 444 was extremely anxious.

"What's the rush?"

Su Qiao finished the alcohol in her glass, stood up, tugged at the hem of her vest, and followed unhurriedly.

As they walked out of the first-floor entrance and Zhang Jingyu was about to get into the