"I'm sorry, Ms. Song. I'm late."
When Zhou, Wang Suo's agent, arrived at the cafe, Song Yao had already arrived.
Song Yao got up and smiled to show it doesn't matter, "Zhou, don't worry. It's just a few minutes. It doesn't matter. No, no, No. It's too late. I should apologize to you." "Thank you, Zhou. Have a seat."
Seeing that Zhou was sincere, Song Yao was moved.
In the past five years, in order to gain a foothold in the business world, she had come into contact with many big shots, but few of them were as polite and sincere as Zhou.