"That's right, don't you know?" The receptionist said, "Our Mr. Jiang is a flower in Shanghai. She is so beautiful. Those who chase her can line up to the riverside from here."

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth trembled slightly: "What's Mr. Jiang's name?"

"My name is Jiang Ziyan. This information is available on the Internet. You didn't know it when you came to apply for the job. You are so easygoing." The girl grinned.