"Mr. Shao, please take a seat."
Seeing the person coming, Ozawa hurried forward, nodded and bowed respectfully, and invited him to sit on the sofa.
However, with his hands in his pockets, he sat directly on the desk. His slender legs were crossed on the desk and he lit a cigar.
The assistant was shocked.
It was the first time that he had seen someone who dared to be so presumptuous in front of Jason and Ozawa.
This was Darren, the grandson of general Shao and the crown prince of the four clans.
"You feel comfortable sitting here." Darren took a drag on his cigar and blew it out slowly.
The smoke lingered, outlining his handsome face.
Hearing this, Ozawa felt a chill on his spine. He immediately stood up and his smile was stiff.
"Mr. Shao, you must be kidding."
" kidding?" Darren'
