“boss？” Ling Wenxuan was stunned for a moment--who is the novel щwwlā? The boss here? And, why meet him? Reason? Ling Wenxuan didn't know this so-called boss.

Ling Wenxuan had a big doubt in his heart, and followed the waiter into a building with a style that was very different from the ones he saw tonight.

The first floor is out of place in style, and the empty space is filled with ancient paintings. An ancient painting in the style of Chinese pastoral.

The waiter walked and stopped, "By the way, Miss Taeyeon, can you wait here for a while." All the boss wanted to see was Mr. Ling Wenxuan. ”

Taeyeon was a little embarrassed, but it didn't look like much here. But after all, it's a girl