Rong Shu

Xia Qinglee followed the line of sight and saw a man in a white shirt. He was dressed in a black leather jacket and wore a large pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses which covered his entire face. However, the overall outline was exceptionally sharp. He had always been a person who was not simple.

"This is. . . Rong Shu?" Lu Qian slowly said. He had seen this person beside Fang Yuan before.

Fang Yuan gave Lu Qian a thumbs up. "I didn't expect our Director Lu to be so accurate with his judgment. It's Rong Shu. We decided to return to our country and set up a company. "

Rong Shu sat on the sofa without any hesitation. He got up and greeted Lu Qian. His eyes fell on Xia Qinglee, and he took off his sunglasses.

A pair of peach blossom eyes lit up. He took the initiative to reach out his hand to Xia Qinglee. "You are Little Yuan's cousin, right?"