"Come sit over here!" She gestured at the single-seated sofa beside her that was facing Huo Yunting.
Lu Zhaoyang sat down. She kept her feet together on one side and had her hands rested on her lap — a standard sitting posture of a lady.
"I hear that you work at your brother's company. He never treats anything seriously, so please look after him."
The old missus knew that anyone who could work under Huo Yunting, especially as the head secretary, must be very capable. Moreover, it was nice to have someone looking out for clingy and inappropriate women around him.
The absurd incident with her eldest son must never be repeated in the Huo Family!
"Of course, it is my duty." She ignored Huo Yunting's lingering eyes on her and nodded with a smile.
"Grandma, are you doubting me? Let me get this clear, please don't try to convince me for 'that guy'. I am not inheriting the Huo family business."
