Chen Xiaoli opened the door and indeed saw the Bank President standing outside.
And beside him, there was a young man.
This man was dressed in a custom-made suit, exuding the air of nobility, with every gesture radiating an aura of High Above.
Such an air, even the sons of Billionaires, would find difficult to cultivate.
"Hao Shao, this is Chen Xiaoli," introduced the Bank President to the young man.
Wu Hao nodded and walked inside.
That's right, this man was none other than Wu Hao.
He had come to find Chen Xiaoli late at night on behalf of Li Qingcheng.
"You may leave, I have a private matter to discuss with Ms. Chen Xiaoli," Wu Hao waved his hand and spoke to Chen Xiaoli's Bank President.
The Bank President, unattainable in Chen Xiaoli's eyes, behaved with utmost humility in front of Wu Hao.
"Yes!"
He bowed deeply and retreated even lower than a servant would.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaoli grew even more curious about Wu Hao's identity.