She flashed a slight smile at the receptionist: "No."
The receptionist apologized with a smile: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Ma is busy with official duties. To meet him, you need to make an appointment in advance."
"Can you call him and tell him my name?" Luo Chunxiao felt that once Ma Zhihao heard her name, he would definitely want to see her.
Hearing her request, a strange gleam flashed in the eyes of the receptionist, who had been smiling sweetly all along.
Tell him the name?
This pretty girl, does she have some special relationship with Mr. Ma?
The receptionist was still a bit worried—was she here to cling to Mr. Ma?
If she had a special relationship with Mr. Ma, she should have Mr. Ma's mobile number.
She could just call Mr. Ma directly.
The receptionist said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ma is in a meeting right now."
Luo Chunxiao was no fool; saying someone was in a meeting seemed to be a common excuse used by many company receptions or secretaries.
