Pushing the doors open, Ji Weixi left.
With her straightened back, her dignified and cold visage—she had the aura of a queen.
Jiang Cong who had been eavesdropping, was left bewildered.
She was too bold.
Everyone knew that Li Shaoling had the worst temper. With that chip on his shoulder, he would disown every living relative he had at the drop of a hat.
"Jiang Cong."
"Yes, boss!"
Jiang Cong stepped into the office, with cold sweat streaming freely all over his body.
"I want every piece of information on her." Li Shaoling had returned to his seat, the corners of his lips hooked as if in rumination.
That was simply strange. A first meeting where he was made a fool, yet he was not angered.
In fact, he was showing interest in her.
"Huh?" Jiang Cong was left confused.
Normally, Li Shaoling would be throwing a fit.
What happened to his boss? Why was he interested in her instead?
