Xi Weiyue narrowed her eyes when she heard this.
It seemed like her intuition was not wrong.
This Miss Zhao was indeed not some small fry.
“Then, chairman Si, are you taking me to see Miss Zhao Now?”
The lawyer nodded. “Yes. Miss XI, please follow me this way.”
Zhao Xueyin’s office was on the southeast side of the 58th floor.
Soon, the lawyer brought Xi Weiyue to Zhao Xueyin’s office and knocked on the door.
Knock Knock Knock --
About ten seconds later, a beautiful female voice came from inside. “Come in.”
“Miss XI, come in with me.”
Xi Weiyue nodded and followed the lawyer’s footsteps.
The moment she entered, she saw a young woman sitting in front of a mahogany desk, processing documents. When the lawyer spoke, she slowly raised her head and looked at the two of them.
“Miss Zhao, this is the heir that Aunt Lang recommended, Xi Weiyue, Miss XI.”
“Miss XI.”Zhao Xueyin put down the pen in her hand and looked up at Xi Weiyue.
Xi Weiyue was stunned.