Qi Lei was silent for a moment before reaching out to take the papers. His expression was cold and indifferent.
Yang Sheng's heart tightened, and his gaze became complicated. He thought about it for a moment before continuing, "I don't doubt the relationship between Master Qi and Missus Qi, but I just want you to know that Missus and Fujiwara had a very memorable past, they even..."
"Alright, you don't have to say anymore..."
Qi Lei took a cold breath, picked up the lighter from the table, lit the stack of paper, and threw it into the potted plant at the side.
"You didn't listen to me, Assistant Yang."
A cold voice sounded, and it made Yang Sheng's face tense up.
"I told you before that you don't have to get involved in this. If you're too free, I don't mind transferring you to City B to be Vice President Yue's helper."
Qi Lei's tone was stern, and Yang Sheng broke out in cold sweat.
