When he lifted his head again, Wen Xuxu was already at the door.
Young Master Yan curled his lips as he watched her quickly slip out. A smile as tender as a blooming flower appeared on his face.
Wretched girl!
At Bright Vision.
"If I see you hanging out with Third Yan in future, I'm going to break your legs."
Yan Rusheng had humiliated Ming Zhongsheng at his company, so he came to his own company to look for his grandson and to vent his anger.
He paced lividly to and fro in Ming Ansheng's office with his hands behind him.
When had he, Ming Zhongsheng, ever been humiliated before? His granddaughter was fired, and if the news got out…
No, everyone in the industry already knew.
How could he ever walk with his head held high again?
