Liang Jiaying had a professional smile on her face. She took the initiative to extend her hand to him in a friendly manner. "President Qian, long time no see."
Qian Yazhu lowered his head and looked at Liang Jiaying's fair and slender hand in a daze for a moment. Then he smiled and held her hand. "Jiaying, long time no see."
Liang Jiaying only held his hand for just a moment before pulling it away. She really did not want to have anything to do with him.
"President Qian, this way please. I will take you to the conference room."
Liang Jiaying was wearing a white shirt and a black women's suit that hugged tightly around her curvaceous body. Every step she took was calm and confident. This gave Qian Yazhu a whole new level of respect for her.
From his impression of her, she was actually a delicate and fragile young woman.
She was so weak that it gave the impression that you could scare her and make her cry once you spoke loudly to her.
