The very next second as she was thinking this, Lin Huayin saw the man in the suit and leather shoes bow deeply to Chen Wei at a 90-degree angle?
No, this angle was definitely more than 90 degrees.
From Lin Huayin's perspective, it seemed that if the man bent just a little more, he could use his head to mop the floor.
As for why he didn't do that, it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because his body's flexibility didn't reach that level.
He was saying, "I had no idea President Chen was coming. I apologize for not welcoming you from afar, please forgive me!"
"President Chen?" Lin Huayin, upon hearing this, quickly turned her head and looked towards Chen Wei, "This Incense Pavilion, is it yours?"
"Not entirely," Chen Wei thought for a moment before answering.
"What do you mean not entirely?" Lin Huayin's look was fraught with grievance.
