"Damn Ye Wudao! Stinky Ye Wudao, damn jerk, dead jerk..."
After returning to her office, Song Yuhan looked at the photo of Wang Shiying lightly kissing Ye Wudao, and the accompanying journalistic text made her fume and curse at Ye Wudao in her office.
If this had happened a few months ago, Song Yuhan probably wouldn't have even given it a glance, but now, without her realizing it, Ye Wudao had clearly secured a place in her heart and unintentionally caused some subtle changes.
Song Yuhan picked up a magazine from her desk and threw it out in frustration, almost hitting Qin Xiaonan, who had just entered the door and was greatly startled.
"President Song, what happened?" Qin Xiaonan quickly asked.
"It's nothing, just swatting flies," Song Yuhan said somewhat huffily, like a woman jealous and annoyed.
"Swatting flies?"
