After leaving the café, Song Xirou returned to the office. Sitting in her office, the image of a pregnant Jian Qing kept appearing in her mind.
"Ah ah ah!"
Unable to suppress her anger, she swept everything off her desk with her hand. Papers scattered everywhere, the floor was a mess.
Jian Qing, why don't you just die, why don't you just die.
After a while, she gradually calmed down, grabbed her car keys and bag, and left.
"General Manager, you…"
"I have a client to meet. Clean up my office." Song Xirou interrupted her assistant's words with an order before she even finished speaking.
"Yes." The assistant scratched her head, completely bewildered.
Upon reaching the underground garage, Song Xirou distractedly opened her car door and was about to get in when she saw a figure sitting in the passenger's seat.
"Who… who are you?"
She took a step back, eyeing the figure sitting in her car warily.
"How do you get in my car?"
