"Who are you?"
Bruce frowned at the man sitting in his office.
Dressed in casual clothes, he looked no different from any ordinary young man. But the fact that he had appeared in Bruce's office without a sound was a major problem.
Yang Bo set down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin beside him, and wiped the corners of his mouth. Looking annoyed, he said, "Bruce Wayne, do you know what time it is? Two in the afternoon."
"I've been waiting here since eight this morning."
"Does being the boss mean you can do whatever you want?"
Bruce walked slowly into the office without alerting anyone else. Perhaps it was because Yang Bo looked young and frail, while Bruce was confident in his own abilities.
"If I can't even decide when to come to the office, there's no point in being the boss."
Yang Bo paused, then nodded in agreement. "You have a good point. I actually have no comeback for that."
He casually packed the takeout containers on the desk into a plastic bag, then stood up and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
Smiling, he walked over to Bruce Wayne and extended his hand. "Hello, my name is Yang Bo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne."
After a moment's consideration, Bruce Wayne abandoned the idea of subduing Yang Bo and reached out to shake his hand.
"What do you want with me? Don't tell me you came here just to eat lunch in my office."
"Of course not. I just came to see you and confirm a few things while I was at it. Now that I've met you, there's nothing else I need."
Yang Bo spoke with a smile, then suddenly seemed to remember something. "Oh, right. Could you give me an autograph? I