"President Yang, what should we do now?" Secretary Xiaoyue asked.
"Call the police," Yang Xinyi said coldly.
"The roses are not within our company's premises; calling the police might not be useful. Maybe calling the city management would be more effective," Xiaoyue suggested.
Yang Xinyi began to feel a headache coming on.
The type of person that beautiful women fear the most is the shameless man who refuses to take no for an answer.
"President Yang, I have an idea," Xiaoyue hesitated before speaking.
Yang Xinyi's ice-cold demeanor was something Xiaoyue was aware of. Without her approval, Xiaoyue wouldn't dare to offer unsolicited advice.
"Let's hear it."
"Why don't you call your boyfriend over and let him handle this? As a man, this is something he ought to do," Xiaoyue said.
A desolate expression crossed Yang Xinyi's face.
That guy, she didn't even know where he was on assignment, how could she find him?
"I don't have a boyfriend," Yang Xinyi said flatly.
