chapter 828 White wolf with empty gloves

Upon seeing Han, Orwell slightly furrowed his brows, cursing internally, "Are the bodyguards at the door useless? How could they let people in so casually?"
"Who are you?" Orwell asked.
Han thought to himself, "Are all the people who come to me idiots? They all like to run into my house and ask me who I am. These people really have no sense of professionalism. They're targeting my factory, yet they don't even do basic homework."
"My name is Han Tang. This company is mine, and this woman...