The beauties saw her coming over and happily gathered around.
"Young Mistress, we've missed you."
Yang Jian heard Xia Weibao was here and ran gleefully to the secretary's room.
It's rare for the boss not to be around, so he could fully express his admiration for the Young Mistress.
Seeing Xia Weibao chatting enthusiastically with the secretaries, he stood by the door somewhat awkwardly.
He scratched his head and then laughed, "Young Mistress, can I get a signed poster?"
Xia Weibao was taken aback, "What do you want a signed poster for?"
Generally, those who asked her for signed posters were the young beauties.
Someone like Yang Jian, a big, sturdy man, asking for a poster, felt a bit out of place.
Yang Jian's silly smile carried a hint of shyness, "Young Mistress, I really like you."
After saying that, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, which turned into a bone-piercing cold.
The room that was lively just a moment ago now turned into an icy wasteland!
