Jiang Yao rolled her eyes, nauseated by Wen Qiao's public displays of affection, as Wen Qiao pulled out her phone to send Fu Jinghen a WeChat message.
"Qiaoqiao's not full: President Fu, just a friendly reminder, it's time to change your secretary. I'd blindly guess she's serving two masters and isn't loyal to you."
"Fu Jinghen: ?"
Wen Qiao didn't reply to the message, locked her phone, and pressed the service bell beside her, summoning the beautician to continue her beautification journey.
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On the other side, after receiving a certain confirmation from her senior, Jiang Wei's long-sullen mood finally brightened slightly.
However, this beam of light had barely stayed long when a phone call scattered it the next day.
Jiang Wei looked at the caller ID on the screen, took a deep breath, and answered, "Dad—"
She had barely spoken when she was interrupted by the person on the other end of the line.
"Get back here now!"
