This was Cheng Anya's most nerve-wracking social engagement in the past few months.
She was skilled like a duck to water at social engagements after she became Klose's and then Ye Chen's chief secretary. This time, however, she felt that the air below the tip of her nose was thin.
It was not her illusion that Yang Zekun and Ye Chen seemed to be competing over something. Cheng Anya filtered through the data in her brain carefully, only to conclude that the two of them did not have any grudge against each other.
In the business world, even if they fought for their lives, both parties were willing to do so and able to admit defeat.
The atmosphere between the two of them was so eerie that Cheng Anya wanted to scream. If she did not have to maintain a perfect smile, she really wanted to go off in a huff.
She had no clue why Ye Chen asked her out.
To accompany him to drink?