Song Qinghuan felt like she was an alien who had been suddenly attacked by earthlings, caught completely off guard.
Shi Yuhan, sitting gracefully in the leather chair, turned his handsome face slightly, and without blinking, his gaze landed on her. His cold lips carelessly traced an imperceptible smile.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were having a meeting, please continue, continue..." Song Qinghuan felt utterly uncomfortable and hurriedly wanted to leave.
But some doors are easy to enter and not so easy to exit.
"Song Qinghuan, weren't you fired? How did you appear here?" Wang Yiling cried out in anger. She glared at Song Qinghuan coldly, "And you even intruded on the top floor to disrupt our meeting. Are you trying to eavesdrop on confidential information?"
Then, she pointed her hand towards the conference room door, "Get out immediately, or I'll call the police to arrest you right now!"
